Who are you?
I ask as I touch your face.
Why are you here?
I enquire as my eyes search this place.
What do you want?
I question as these inklings taunt.
I am a woman who is strong...
Because, I refuse to give up...
To grow...

I hope someday you may gaze upon your reflection and finally see the man you have always wanted to be
Until that day I hope you may work tirelessly
Fixated on your goals
Lost in your dreams
Your soul searching
For its' tenacity
Only seeing yourself
With voracity
Mercy and grace
Til you may come to love
And accept
The man you have come to be
A man you can respect
A man you can face

Somedays the days are wasted
Without such remarkable delight
Caught in moments toiling away til night
Getting nothing done but rising at dawn
And settling with the sun
As life goes on

Today is the same as yesterday.
The morning storms awoke me from
My placid dreamy state. Almost the same.  Yesterday,  I noticed you had already left for work as your side of the bed was absent. I longed to be nestled in your embrace as the storm waged on. This morning you are here.  I tried to hold you, thinking this is perfect I have a redo. You told me to scoot over.  Yesterday,  as I day dreamed about your hand holding mine as I succumbed to old age I realized that I am distrusting because I am afraid of inevitable loss.  Today,  I realized that I may not be afraid of losing you,  I am afraid that I can not have you and I can not be had in the way that I would like.  Expectations are suffering and I do exceptionally well at dissapointment.

Life is a series of moments unraveled
A continuum of time and space traveled
Ellipsis made around the earth by sun
A summation of experiences interpreted subjectively by one
Neurons firing and synapses receiving
But to think that this is all life is can be most deceiving
Life can be measured in statistics sure
But is it quantifiable that life is greater
Than any undeniable fact
Perhaps life is only defined by how we react

I don't feel quite myself today
If I seem far away
I am okay
But honestly
I don't feel quite myself today

I don't feel quite myself today
If I seem quiet and don't know what to say
I am okay
But honestly
I don't feel quite myself today

I don't feel quite myself today
If I seem to be acting in a melancholic way
I am okay
But honestly
I don't feel quite myself today

Dreams of you keep me awake
Surely my reality isn't a mistake
But in my slumber I can't make an escape
And I wonder how much I can take
When my nights and days seperate
Blending seamlessly as possibility and fate
I wish the madness would finally cease
Because my heart desperately needs release