I think I’ve made a friend of the abyss.
We’ve stared into each other long enough.
We’re kind of over all the emo stuff.
That’s not to say we’re living in our bliss
Or that we’ve manifested paradise.
Life’s bullshit to a fairly large extent,
Reviews decidedly ambivalent.
But we are here; we’ll pay the asking price.
We’ll still save Mondays for the panic of
Remembering that we were born to die,
And existential crises each July
Will sharpen us when we’re made soft by love.
But other days, we’ll shut away the storm —
Light candles, try to keep each other warm.