• grasshopper 10w

    Symptoms of Joy

    The waking hours
    Yet morbid eyes
    They glance with fear
    As I stumble towards a tree
    A sense of hiding
    From there depleting ways
    There I lay under her branches
    Yet the open is wide
    They appear out of nowhere
    Constant torment
    This world is not for the faint
    Yet I'm not sure of thy existence
    ┬ęgrasshopper