Is it in nature
that my personality has nurtured
to associate every concurring event, place, or person
with worry, anxiety and fear?

Will you stay
knowing that I am broken and lonely with you
will you stay
even though you will hear me whine and complain over the same things, the same feelings for god knows how long
will you stay
when I can't even capture the shape of my problems so I remember them in everything
will you stay
and hold on to a burden that does you no good

What can a smile do when you are sad?
It hides you from the world
it lies to you and others that you are fine
that the burden you carry is light on your shoulders
while your legs wear out out of sight
It's hard to admit that you are sad
It hurts to admit that you are not fine
but you deserve to feel the truth
and know that the world seeks you
to help you
to accompany you
to love you

I run, run and run
chasing what you have set
as insane as it seems, I complied
because I trusted you
and you wanted me to flourish
but tell me please
why the more I flourish
the emptier my growth becomes

Here we are again friend
Just as you always predict
sleepless but imaginative
but it's not tonight, dear pen
my eyes are sinking
and my brain is cosmic
flying
                 levels
                               beyond
                                               Infinity
                                                Struck.
                                   falling
                    flailing aimlessly
                                                    Searching for O2

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. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Drowning . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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I have regrets
so do you...right?
Maybe a slip of tongue
that stabbed trust
A mishap, maybe slight klutziness
causing success to sigh
and leave for the exit
A life empty of regret
is non-humane
so is a life of regret
when choices are standing
opportunities are waving
possibilities waiting for you
and there you are
standing,
observing,
fascinated but scared,
"comfortable"
and chanting to yourself
Maybe it's not worth it

A huge step to mankind
microscopic to mine
heads up in reach of
today's warm rays
eyes shut, hostile towards
the blinding light
a new beginning, progression
towards an ideal vision
an age old quest in search of
means for eternal rest