three months later

Different door knobs opened

with sequences of headaches,

like a mathematical sequence

i find my self introspecting

is it worth it for once.

one,

two,

three,

four 

months later i find my self running

will i ever relax and lounge to youthful love.

Are mistakes

my mistakes

or have i miss taken the opportunity i never had.

cherishing a thorn as a thorn

is like admiring a scar on a pretty face

no more rocks can i have my fish .

as selfish as i am , i`m trying to live.