when the universe comes down hard on
you and gifts your enemies with
your very best friends so that their laughter
echoes down the hall where you are left standing
alone and you feel the world has begun to spin
backwards and you question what day it even is
anymore, or if there was ever such a thing as
a day since your despair has blinded you into believing
this long night will never end, listen: don't believe
those voices that you hear. those voices that are
telling you how they've won the prize of
togetherness meant for only them.
don't sing out your chorus
of agony and broken hearts because this is not the end.
the end is never the end. the universe will go on
and so will you. the sun will become bright again and
you will see the shadows this brightness has now cast
upon your face. you will be wiser to the treachery
of happiness and understand that nothing forever
stays in its place except the dead. and even they are crumbling
and shifting in their place as only the dead can. so go on with
your life. be wise be free. don't give up on the idea that life is meant
for living.
