They say, "think more, speak less"
It's not, necessarily, my moto
But I do tend to live by it.
I'm, typically, racked with anxiety,
Expressing myself can be hard
My actions may not always seem it,
But I'm always trying to help.

These days have become longer,
Subsequently the nights shorter.
It's not that the sun peaking through the cracks of the black out curtains reach my bedside or that my roommates make too much noise
but I've been waking up earlier.
I've been falling asleep
at a decent time,
Anywhere from 10:30 to one AM  
Depends on work,
who wants to talk,
on the orb resting on these shoulders.
My dreams aren't of past loves,
Like they used to be
But of things I'd like to do,
Drink beer with my friends,
Surf in the clear waters of Australia,
Run away from my responsibilities.
Waking up anywhere
from seven Am to 9:30,
has taught me,
there's a lot of time I forgot existed.
I won't let it fade.

The idea of "forever"
Is kind of like
A feather floating on water.
For a long while it'll rest on top of it
Like the spring time water striders.
All the while,
Slowly,
Over time,
The water will swallow each barb  
Until it's pressed flat to the surface,  
Still, it will take longer to disappear.
Akin to the blurred line
When  
Promised forever-mores begin to fade.
There is still hope
To pull the feather away,
Dry it to its former glory,
However,
The gentle current of the water pulls it,
Just out of reach.
All that's left now is to watch
As liquid seeps into the feather's
Hollow shaft and be devoured
Never to resurface.

Just because I said,
"I'm happy you're happy"
Doesn't mean I'm not still upset