It's almost cruel,

being suspended on the edge

like I am. Yet

I don't like seeing 

the harsh reality

because life is just too full 

of almost already. 

Still, My soul

onwardly and continuously 

searches on 

for that durable love, 

i feel its alway just around 

that next bend. 

but that's the Irony, 

you round that

next bend, 

and there's another just 

ahead. 

That word, just. 

Funny how it sums up 

existense. 

Just. 

we all Just live our life, 

we just do whats 

expected of us, 

tragedies are Just 

part of life. 

Love is Just an emotion. 

Powerful, 

that word; Just. 

I feel partialy severed; 

like im only

half a signal, barely a flame

Someone tried;

yet couldn't cut every wire 

It's almost cruel, 

being suspended on the edge

like I am. Yet

I'm okay not seeing 

the harsh reality

because life, is

just too full 

of almost already.