happiness is a practice and I am
not doing so well these days my
mind is not so well these days
my heart is not so well these days,
i can't claw my way out of this,
can't stop kicking you can't stop
from this fear this neverending fear
that acid bathes my interior life.
I would like someone so gentle,
so considerate, so mild
and then I think maybe then,
maybe then, maybe at that point
I will stop with this
practice of fear.
my stomach hurts from not eating.
it's been what... 12 hours?
please.
you only need to breathe so i know you are there.
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