The Space Between Optimism and Cynicism

Waking up with shards of sun and light in their happy eyes,
Souls that go to sleep and get sweet rest at night –
Colours shimmering in a sickening brightness
Finding slivers of silver linings in darkness
Smiling at strangers and soppy romance
Sycophantic flattery – making plans


Falling into bitter,
But never getting whet-
Dark humour, quick wit
Insatiability always lingers with him,
Why bother starting when it’s always going to end?
Leaving things out. What’s the point of Him? We’re all condemned.

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