I have lots of words to sowthe problem is that I should knowwhich patch I should avoid or notor else my fertile words will rot.Some speak in waterfall..
I bled my soul onto a sheetmy ink whispered softly in the windmy pen fought like a knightand told my eyesthe story of who I thought I wasbut those win..
I asked wisdomthe hard questions of lifeshe just sighedand saidthat I should wait.My patience ran out.Now I don't ask questions anymore -too ashamed t..
I remember a timewhen I could just do itwithout thinkingand I'd do a victory lap - twice.Now, I second-guess myselfI stumble in this hazeof self-infli..