A thousand thoughts I’m trying to put to words.
Just about the right time for words to fail
For prose to give up on me
For means of communication to fade away
Because a thousand is way too much for catharsis.
Those dips in the graph of life
Ones that apparently define being alive
They don’t take it easy on you, do they.
They don’t flinch from thrusting you into the darkest corners of existence.
But what have you seen after all
If you haven’t gotten to the darkest pits of your mind
What is the day’s sunshine worth
If not for the grave intensity of the night?
They don’t take it easy alright.
But they last not forever
And when we make it through and manage to smile
The scars end up becoming a matter of pride.
The stories make up the world’s cache of inspiration
And the cries for help have strengthened our voice.
It’s not so bad after all.
ficklesorts 
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