I stumbled across this poem today on someone’s blog:
a prisoner of time, chained by memories
the warmest memories produce painful nostalgia
tragic memories produce sorrow
an ecstacy high, a burst of euphoria
the comedown, extremely uncomfortable and sheer dissapointment in yourself and everything around you
if life persists, is happiness and euphoria worth persuing?
should one attempt to constantly explore to attain some kind of median of happiness?
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