Junk of the mind, built up from wasted nights and memorable notes of happiness.
Labor of the heart, weighing it down to stop it from flying away in an oblivion of love and color.
A problem of power. Power over the strength held by a person of little desire to obtain anything but the necessities to keep blood flowing and hearts pumping.
The imbalance between life’s wants and life’s needs is an epidemic that caters to the wounded and scratches at the door of the wealthy.
An epic disaster of love and a downward spiral of happiness. The only way down is up. The only way up is down. The only way to cry is smile. The only way to be happy is to hate what you love.