This shit is real and really crazy
Lately I’ve been letting my thoughts get their punches in. I’ve been letting my fears get their two cents in again as well
I have day old nothing to do and nowhere to put it.
My soul is small with an even smaller shell – too afraid to escape and damned by its’ want for space and its longing to be free
My hopes blossom even with experienced hopelessness. For maybe tomorrow they won’t be crushed by passers by and their cousins that lie in gardens bed with them. Love and compassion will grow tall in their garden along side them with the guidance of faith, their mother.
What can I get away with but the burden I bare? No one gives me more than that.
The assumed endless pieces of my heart seem to be running low