Hurt
Everything hurts on days like this. Concentrating hurts Music hurts Sun hurts You hurt Adulthood hurts Everything hurts. I wish I was you, a person who flits through life being nice enough to be considered one of lifes good guys and thats enough, no deep thoughts, no introspection, no needing to ask a question, pry.. no. Only interested in self and the next easy thing and never sitting in the darkness - how easy that life must be, a brain happy in that zone that doesn't scorch you like you have laid too long in the sun... On a sunny day in June with the roof down and a party to go to because the darkness doesn't exist. Except does it catch up? The pain you have caused? The avoidant pain that has been showered over us all by not being at the table when things go dark. You get happy and I get hurt.