Mend.

Too much hope is a bad thing. Because you don't know if everything will work out or just dissolve into dust that will swirl in the wind and eventually be one with nothingness and everything all at once. And so you just sit there, waiting. Too afraid to be happy, too depressed at the prospect of being sad.

And you just wait, wait, and wait while life happens as you waste all those moments away. 

There are so many made up scenarios in your head that you fear will never materialize and yet you sit there, heart as fragile as brittle bones that would crack as soon as you moved. 

So you watch from a distance, wanting to feel but reduced to being detached. Maybe it will be alright. There are good days, and there are bad ones. And sometimes it feels like unhappiness is all you've ever known and all you will ever know. 

Happiness comes short and fast before it is gone again. But that's just it. Life goes on, with or without you.