Oh lordy drama drama drama. Here the Mega Sad is again and you gonna have to write stuff that makes yours and everyone’s mums capital Worried about your mental health even though this about the healthiest thing you can do for it.
The Mega Sad is huge and it dwarfs you, but somehow you can do ok in its shadow. You still have fun, you still have friends, still got love. Still makin shit, and even though it’s sad shit, sad shit can be good too. And it doesn’t mean that your life is bad, or that you need to be consoled or helped. And it definitely don’t mean I need to see a doctor. It just means you gotta use the sad too, that it’s the cloth you gotta cut today.
There’s no shortage of sad people to write to, plenty of people on their last legs who don’t have to mope on their lonesome.
I ain’t know why I’m makin excuses just to pour my heart out on the internet.
Here is the thing I wrote today.
I ain’t that sad, mum’s don’t stress.
White Knuckles
This is not the end
Though tall waves crash
At our thinning shores
Though our fields burn
And red sparks fall like rain in summer
Though people die
And die
And
Die
Though this anger
Has replaced all hope
Though everything we’ve built
Fails
And falls
And eyes above
Close
Us from their vision
Though nothing
Will be left
Here
We will wash up
On far off shores
With fresh hearts
And tear stung eyes
We will gasp for breath and
Taste clean air once more
And though
I can’t believe it
As I say it
It has to be true
It has to
Because
What else is there
To hold onto?
Skydekkerix 