It’s interesting how rainy days seem to match my internal malaise as if my soul is in sync, or there’s an elusive link between…
THE ANXIETY ENSUES AS I PLAN FOR MY DAY.
IT HOLDS ME BACK UNTIL I SAY, “NOT TODAY.”
An old home
of the way things used to be
EMOTIONS ARE LIKE AIRPLANES,
WITH TAKE-OFFS AND CLIMAXES…
I’m used to walking on eggshells,
It’s nothing new to me.
I’ve spent most of my life
Looking for a way to be
What are thoughts if they’re never shared?
And again, I find myself, floating ,red, In the middle of the sea:
I woke up with a heavy heart. I hope it has nothing to do with you… Do you know the feeling of a heavy heart?