The Modern Mind

If someone truly cares, they'll always be there. Feel free to do whatever the fuck you want in knowing they'll never leave your side. So go out. Run through the mud chasing the butterflies that neglect you. Meet the creature everyone warned you about in the forest. But when the sun sets and darkness swallows it all, we run back home. We scrape the mud off of our shoes on the doormat, leaving it there for someone else to deal with. We go inside, with the scars of a creature exposed, in fear of ridicule and judgement. Then we spend the cold night in reflection anticipating a better day. But the moment the sun rises, we just run the fuck out and do it all over again.