Running on Jupiter Alone

I cry, but I don't sob.

I just cry.

The kind that no one knows and no one hears.

The kind that shuts me down because I know screaming my lungs out trying to get back what's been lost ...

is useless.

There's nothing like losing hope, and there's nothing like losing a second chance at being happy, a shot at redemption.

You know that feeling?

It's like your life sort of dims into darkness, and all the ghosts come rushing back to haunt you. Where do we go from here??

If you're an old-hand at this, you can even cry on the inside, but still smile on the outside, as if nothing happened.

But that requires something inside you to die first, and
it's
quite
the price
to pay.

If you're really REALLY good,

like me,

you wouldn't be afraid of living even when you feel like you're dying,

because you'd look forward to giving your life away.

Life goes on, even when it's dark outside,

even when every step is like walking on
Jupiter,

followed by an entourage of
ghosts.

Life goes on,
even
on
my own.