A bad day

The worst thing

Is when words dry up

I emptied my cup and chose to stop playing optimist games

Now I don’t feel so deranged

Living un caringly

Caring for me.

All these broken egg shells laying around

Tip toeing past while wondering

What’ll come…


*I must remember these times of struggle, so ease is never taken for granted*

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