its been twenty one days since I last published
November has been about drowning waters and dusty feelings
Battling with off the shelf feelings of Hurt I shouldn`t feel in the first place is epileptic to my growth process… Work is harder than I thought… Not having the space to BECOME is strenuous.
For some reason BEING TIRED has become a culture… simply tired of trying, crying, working, smiling… I have prayed more times in November than I have these past months in 2020, No… life didn`t get HARDER, my will to keep trying did.
I know nothing good come easy but admitting that it isn’t weary is a kind of DEATH in itself… one need to admit these things, its a Humane feeling too.
I am Drowning
This Drowning Feels like a lie choking on a man
s innocence, I'm that fish gasping for air on a dry deserted land
Can I just Breath
Can I just rant about sweet nothings and be committed to knowing that this too is growth… accepting that there is strength in wailing… it is bravery to CRY
”YOU DON`T NEED TO HAVE IT ALL FIGURED OUT”