Break
There's so much. But there's so little. Where has all my time gone? There are too many gaps to count, and they'll only grow. Often I question myself and my own reality. The people I sometimes surround myself with. Sometimes I try think of who I can always stand and understand, like a color, plain as day. Nothing comes. Not to say I've got no one. I've got plenty of someones. What I'm not as sure of is myself. But I'm also as sure of myself as I've ever been. I've been searching for a glow with a little surrounding warmth. I cannot stand your harsh standpoints. Or your cold. My root is frozen solid. I can't figure out how to open my eyes sometimes. I forgot how to. I'm ready. I am so ready I'm uncomfortable with it. But I'm at a loss for specifics. I'm at a loss for what it is I'm ready for. Rain today. I may go lay in it.