The sun will shine and set. I toss this idea over and over in my mind. Summer is finally in the air. I sit on my front porch sipping my sweet tea on this mid-June evening and just think, think, think.

Your troubles are small in the just of it all. I’m wondering if you forgot about me. The thought of not existing in your mind troubles me. However, I’m aware my troubles no longer trouble you.

My anxiety has kicked in as of late making my troubles feel bigger than ever. The sunset helps put things into perspective that this world has more to offer than the small one I swear I’ve met my living hell in.

The sweet tea lingers on my lips, as do the kisses you gave me last summer. I swear I sat with you and watched this same sunset I am now watching by myself. Even though the sunsets appear the same, there is something distinctly different about each one.

The same is true of our days; from day-to-day everything seems the same, yet when you look back- everything has changed. I wonder what change tomorrow will bring.

I have this innate ability to see people for what they really are and continue to believe that they will or can change for the better. This only ***** me over. I know that no one is perfect and we all mess up, but I just want to believe that deep down, our intentions are pure
                                                            ­                                        and they're not

I remember
A time
Long ago
When waking up
Made me smile

New day
New opportunities
Fun
Excitement
Amazement
Love

I wake up today
Tears run down my cheeks

Dread
Fear
Disappointment
Heart ache
Anxiety
Stress

Is this all there is?  

I don’t want to wake up….

I understand it was forth of July,
Sipping whiskey watching the world fly by
But you didn't have to disappear
Like the colors at the end of the pier

-e.k. fm

She wakes up and doesn't recognize herself. Of course she sees herself on the outside in the mirror but doesn't know who this person is anymore. From the time she opens one eye in the morning, anxiety provoking thoughts flood her brain. Where will I be in 3 months from now? What school offers the best personal college experience for me? How will not living in this town actually benefit me? Will I have enough money saved? What happens if I never land a career?  Her thoughts are all over the place as is she. Unsure of what she will do for the day to help distract her, she takes comfort in reading poetry of others. It is through other peoples written word that she remembers it is ok to not have everything figured out yet.