Turmoil.

I have lived long enough to know no fear.
Still I worry.

I am worried she won’t be coming back.
I am worried she doesn’t want to see me.
I am worried something happened to her.
I am worried that had I pushed her away.

Chronos continues to bless me, or curse me;
I cannot tell anymore.

My Heart hurts so bad lately.

  • I am worried ████ and ████ won’t have a home
  • I am crying for ████’s dope sick crime
  • I am crying for the epidemic plaguing my people
  • I wish my Mother had time for me.
  • I wish I wasn’t draining my Father dry.
  • My soul is lonely
  • I need all of my strength for process but it requires partition.
  • I wish I wasn’t alienated from my friends.
  • I wish I hadn’t made so many mistakes.
  • I just want to paint but all I can do is cry.
  • I am worried my strength will continue to dwindle.
  • I just want to see her again.
  • I am afraid my heart is too heavy for anyone else to bare.

I once kept a careful balance
of the affairs within my mind.
But now that I know she exists
everything is wild and chaotic.
My mind spends much of its time
worrying about this or that.
Everything is so uncertain.
I want her to accept me,
So that I may find my happiness
and clarity again,
or deny me,
So that I may move on.

This lovesickness I suffer,

worry

worry

worry

My heart hurts.
My head aches.
My strength gone.

I really liked her.