was led on
again
and the heart is infinitely small
against the pain it faces
blood is drawn
from a tap punched in
letting it all spill
and waste on the floor
"there are as many nights as days, and the one is just as long as the other in the year's course. even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word 'happy' would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness"
- carl jung
