Cycle Swings

And now it’s just water under the bridge 

Or a bridge underwater

I can feel myself delving into the deep blue, trying to differentiate if I am falling from the sky or swimming to the surface

All of this wasted time has got to amount to something. All of these hollow fucks have got to mean something.

It’s the repetition of patterns. The patterns that are making me crazy.

As hard as I try to shift reality everything always comes back full circle.

Like the phases of the moon, like the shifting of the tides.

As hard as I try it always ends the same

As the cycle goes, the story goes along with it/ always ending and beginning at the same points

I’m trying to get better, I’m trying to break the chain, the more I try the more it hurts

But at least I know what to expect.