Dusty cobwebs
Just like those cobwebs that seem to constantly appear, time after time. When I think ive cleaned and cleaned and I spend moments content in my cleanliness....just to realize how things arent as clean as i once thought they were. And in those moments my heart is heaviest. I look around and feel as if I have grown tired of cleaning and progressed nothing. A feeling of exhaustion at the pit of my stomach. The frustration builds and builds and I know from experience I can and will explode. Why and how I keep finding myself in this same spot over and over again, I have yet to learn. My fickle heart whom at times like this Ive learned to hate. So much distaste and disappointment in myself. I feel like no matter what I will continue to hide my truth behind the bigger picture. For fear that no one will ever understand because not even I can grasp it.
These cobwebs in the corner of my soul, hold truths that will never be told.