Happy, stressed mess

A mess that is not any less

When you feel that you have achieved

Yet it is never enough

When you feel paralyzed

In your sleep

and in your dreams

When you feel like a mess

Stressed. Depressed

And wish why can’t the more be less?

That is when you will breathe the air

And go beyond the screen

That gives you a look of deprive

You keep

wondering who is that face that you will meet

and whether they will mirror your cracks

And jagged edges

These times are tough

It is hard enough

But I’m glad you found some peace

With me