confusion abounds
in leaps, a hound
on blood, it's watery eyes
don't see so well.
A seesaw takes
you to the top,
a pinnacle reached,
a staggering drop ahead.
another weary soul gets out of bed,
reaches for their cup
to start again.

I keep wondering if I've ever been this lost before..

you take an idea and you turn it to a seed
then you sprout it to a tree

no one tellin me who, what, how why i gotta be

who you think i gotta be for you


what am i
what are you


how is someoone spposed to live their life
i got to fight the right

why i gotta live that way

what does it all MEAN?
the tides that turn, then disappear between the seams
and responsibility that worms it's way between the sheets
inspiring to shirk, you lurk and dodge inevitable defeat.
To think we're done - to think we've won!
the parade of the returning fleet..
only skeletons of the living world
a hum the world repeats

It's crazy, actually

I just realized that I'm closed off and dishonest with myself and other people. Not in a malicious way, of course, but there are certain things that I evade speaking of or just gloss over. I don't want people to think I'm whining or complaining about my life. I just struggle.