Things hard to explain.

People say perhaps it is the middle of the night
When thoughts in voids like blankets of fur
Surround us in their captivity without the warmth
And you lay there in the darkness of your own thoughts

But for me it doesn’t happen the same way
Voids of despair breakout any time of the day
At one time she is sunshine and the next moment she is rain
This girl, they say, is hard to explain

Hovering clouds of darkness like the ache from a nightmare
Consistent it leaves me inconsolable to my own self
Withers away in a jiffy and I lie on my back
Gaze at the ceiling trying to know what it all means

Words they say are inadequate very often
But the webs of these words describe the best how I feel
They confuse us, the make us sad
They hurt us but it’s only they who relieve us


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