april? seriously?!

my list keeps get longer,

and the worry just gets stronger,

but I'm moving beyond it all,

crying out, giving call

lifted.

free.

soon to be done.

maybe.

but somehow, I'm not worried anymore.

blahblah

stress-stress-stress

I have a list

I have time

I keep getting sick

and then sicker

please, can I have a week with time, without sickness?

alice!

cough cough

how abnormal to watch the movie and then realize you have the book without thorough scrutiny.

a

hello hurricane, you took it all away

but now I'm back again, to start new today

and I'll become what I was, and more

hello hope, you're a welcome friend

dawn

at some point in life you come upon the realization it's time to move on.

maybe not everything has to change.

but something drastic has to happen to salvage the situation.

you need to step back to take a breath, have a nap, and think.

that space will create the rational thoughts and reactions that are required to survive in stress, in the world.

I don't mean to run, but it seems I've been hiding for so long, once I stood, I was doomed.

now let me stand. not alone. but a little ways off.

and maybe, one day, I'll come back. but maybe not. life is short.

the day you learn that you should "never take life seriously. no one gets out alive". is the day you'll start thinking again. the steps I took. those footfalls, and footprints, are not what I need, are not leading where I need to go.

this is me taking a breath so I can learn to love you again.

if you question that, think on this: the point is to love. if our function is pointless, what then?

Can't. is a swear word.

You'll heal when you're cut

and I'll help you rise

but I can't stop the knife

so I can't stop the tears

I can't save you from death

so don't let me see you

with dew's death kiss

I can't stop the knife

so I can't stop the tears

please don't do this

you're cutting my heart, in two

metaphorical reality

I like to write in graphite pencil

I like to drive on fresh asphalt

It's like the pen would have to scratch the page

before the rubber meets the road, and my heart hits the bottom