It seems my guise of sanity
had a paradigm shift
all on its own
It’s not a mask anymore
Somewhere between picturing
myself a poor player
who struts and frets
his hour upon the stage, and
realizing I’m dead already
And all of this is bonus content
I became (write it!) happy.
Content. At peace.
Full of light and laughter
Ratified a treaty between
the struggle inside me
my melancholy and
my eternal spring
in perfect symmetry
(for the time being)
It’s a beautiful sight,
I’m grateful to observe this.
Glad to hear that.
Thank you 😁
Ratified a treaty between
the struggle inside me
my melancholy and
my eternal spring
in perfect symmetry
(for the time being)
The fragile, nascent hope of treaties, what a metaphor–both the potential of binding hope, and the danger of irreconcilable betrayal. Treaties promise as much in benefit as they outline the stark absences of what isn’t promised; treating the heart and mind as sovereign ground, where your sanity is regent. may it reign.
It’s a shaky peace for sure, haha. That’s why I was grateful to even notice it 🤣
Where my sanity is regent, I love that idea. I need to think on it and see if it’s true.