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🌹