And the Rhythm

Time drags on the disappointments and rushes through the pleasures

Pain.

Is a slow journey while happiness slides fleetingly by

Most of the time we're just chasing that state of equilibrium

Longed for euthymia

that rounded sphere of life so different form flat lining.

Feeling OK

as compared to feeling nothing.

Efficiency of words on the blank canvas of an A4 page

Say it in words

I exist therefore I am.

That's OK

at the moment

and if it gets hard existing,

it's still OK because it will pass.

because the rhythm never stops