I look left, then I look right. I breathe in, and out… In, out, in, and out! Trying re-center myself, but sometimes this only makes me more anxiously conflicted than I was. Loving myself is so hard to do. So many thoughts all ganged up ready, and waiting for the bell to ring. Waiting until nobody is watching to jump my ass! Leaving me physically, and mentally beaten! Maybe because I tend to endure...

What’s up there I wonder

I wonder if it’s as dark as they say

Or is it so dark that it’s bright beyond our comprehension

I wonder if the days turn into years

Or do the years turn into days

I become lost as I sit and wonder what’s up there

Lost in the imagination state

I find myself stripped from the reality around me

Here nothing is real

I’m able to really imagine what may really be up there, and...

No you,, you can’t keep all what’s yours but then try to take mine.

No, you can’t tell me what I’m thinking as if I don’t know my own self.

No, you can’t pick, and choose the certain parts of me you feel fits best in place.

Loving all of me is something you won’t get any short cuts with.

but Oh, why of course I’ll help you understand what you can, and learn what you seek.,

But, my weeping soul is...