I feel like the strong silent type

Except strong silent things break in woods with no wind or ears to hear them creak down to the forest floor

And maybe I had fault lines where you found them but the earthquake of living had been shaking my prism and I

Don’t know how to envision more than what happens next. and get me out of this..

they say positive thinking is best and I positively keep thinking

Next

Thought

next breath

Next puff

Congested inception you coughed and ingested

Guilt for living and now watching ashes fall into graves you realize

What life’s been trying to teach you yet…

-Ama🌹