The idea its starting to set in, now
It's not floating the void of my empty brain no more
the grip on reality is fixing, the realization materialized
I am getting used to accepting it
I can call forward all my grievances, but they just sound like electric repeating voice boxes
Its okay, it will be okay
We can manage the feelings, the situation, the world
Sadness is just a state, as are all the other dead ends
We stride and run
laugh and scream
Just another monday, amirite
Just another life
Another year, another pain
I can get used to this
