November All Again Excerpt

This complexity is too much a feeling
Holding a mystery that won’t just let go
I may laugh as fear itself comes to smile
I may cry when fury rises to frown
Words are all just a fragile collection of blocks that
Refuse to fall without the wind a tempest can have
All talk and thought is pointless, useless to the touch
As every empty feeling is hardly worth holding
I would stop at anything and give at everything…

I enjoy this tempest and how we hurt one another
I’m not going insane, I just merely surrender
What is the use of persisting when all has no hope?
Because it feels so good when the pain has stopped
Then maybe I can feel true happiness by being hurt