I know you, Sullen Silhouette.
Oh, how you pace throughout the night,
Consumed in thoughts of humble despair,
Awaiting guidance from yet another’s stare.
You dear,
You sweet,
You bitter soul,
Have you still not discovered that your answer lies within?
Trace the lines by your eyes back to the times they first appeared.
Remember the joy.
Recall the sorrow.
Remove the guilt from what could have been.
Your journey only continues.
No one gets to press pause and rest.
The eye of the bottle and the faces in your wallet only send you further into the pit.
A well is what you seek, tattered spirit.
Drink fully and heartily once it is found,
Knowing that love will not run out.
