quiet
for a while,
months
of ups
and downs,
of just
holding on
sometimes,
paddling
to keep
afloat

everything matters
and
nothing matters

i create my life
i know this,
so why
do i create
this one?

i laugh every day
i cry every day
i feel numb at times every day
i am scorched at times every day

no wonder i feel tired....

i have lost myself
again,
been here before
am trying to remember
my way back