thoughts

There are things I hold to myself
For Comfort, and
There are things I hold to myself like
Lit matches.
Balance Matters.
Pain is part of life,
Joy is the tincture.
Over indulgence in either, or both,
Is like swallowing acid.
Balance means patience,
Pain fades and
Joy is shortlived.
Scars are lessons and
Fond memories comfort us through them.
Balance is understanding and accepting
That we die. Immortality is an oversold
Potion.