it was all around me, combed over my face and heart covered in heavy blankets
so i wished the best on my clocks time and breathed in the possibility
everything is ok
hurried in life, feeling so hurried, anxious, constantly
sitting here i fidget and think and overreact
but i cant, really, figure this, rationalize it, make sense of it, whatever
i used to think whims and gut feelings should lead my heart in appropriate directions
to appropriate situations and that nature and souls would work themselves out
appropriately
it was probably noon, on my father's porch, and i watched it all fall and thought
how this is the last time
and my patience is worn thin and my heart is worn out
and i cant verbalize this to you and i dont know if verbally communicating is even relevant
when you feel an urge, a kindred spirit, a connection on strange new levels of being
bypass it, ignore it, don't learn from it and don't give in to it
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