Weak gut talks

Let me bein this solemn dreamwhere my hair spins free like the summer sunlightlet me danceundercovervoice belowdown underfight me hardspin me aroundturn me downloving loudhide me loverbreak the chainfight like me suckerheal the paintell it like soblabber it wholetake it in deepand rest is a gohide like me loverfeel the painhanging down riverwhere there’s no

Change is hard

Change is hard change is dire maybe we spent what felt like a couple of hours in that room trying to figure out this lingering sadness, subtle and deep in our bones from loneliness? Facing this chill head on in the silent room at night under the dim lights with the cat on the edge

Being level-headed again

Be somewhat upset. It’s ok. See those who are giving you a hard time as those who are teaching you

It’s a hard thing

I could be doing ten billion different things in ten billion different places, but here I am, trying to enjoy the most out of what I have up here It’s a hard thing to do

Change

Change is hard. Best advice that I can give you Is that you just deal with it, and move on.  

Last one at the end of the circle

It’s another season, and the planets have run down that same old circle. You’ve packed your bags and moved up to another mess, and me, it’s come down to me kneeling on the ground gasping for air, unable to breathe, dying. This is me. The one who’s supposed to get it. But what do I