Im Going Back to My Cave - Dark Night of the Soul
"That's it! I'm going back to my cave!"
I scream like a 3 year old child,
Asked again to go dark and private,
How miserable.
Nights of the soul are an ominous place.
Necessary and beautiful yet unfashionable ,
Combustion and deflation shortly after,
How beautiful.
Exhaustion before radiance again,
So repetitive yet unpredictable,
Magic glimmering through the chaos,
How cyclical.
Cogs stopping before speeding,
Wave after wave our lives flow,
Roller-coaster in walking shoes,
How Human.
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