Going Numb
it's strange how one thing can haunt and hurt you for so long

and then, when you think you can't take it any more,

when you can't stand the shadows playing behind your eyelids,

and you've been screaming secrets in the dark alone

it just stops mattering. or you stop caring.

or maybe it just stops being wrong.

and it doesn't go away because it will always be there

because it's a part of you, like blinking and breathing

but it stops being something that takes you apart

and starts being something that keeps you together,

something that's just as much a given as a sunrise.

is that peace? is that the way of the tao?

or am i just glorifying my ability to rationalize any sin?