when you have an ache in your chest,

but the pieces fall where they fit best,

it’s a tetris game of free fall put to the test

and you lie awake, counting the days

and the moments as they pass,

but time doesn’t move too fast.

So you’re left with the ache.

It consumes you and it spits you out

as if you were meant to endure.

But, then again, I’m not so sure.

You follow your gut feeling and expect,

the inevitable fate you are doomed to accept.

As if you can’t adapt any better,

it’s peachy, clear weather.

whether or not you understand.

Not to say you can’t comprehend.

But you pretend, and in the end

you are left with the empty pit.

Residing in your stomach

and you are told to tough it out.

But the world knows pain.

The world feels pain.

The world hurts.

And they say it could be a lot worse, for you.

But in the moments you can’t escape,

the pain emerges

and takes you under the current of blurred lines.

What could be wrong

when everything is supposed to be so right.

You should fight.

That ache in your chest,

for the best, feeling like the worst,

is what makes the movement of earth and passion,

reality fastened and feels so…purposeful.