I’ve been floating in purgatory.

Stuck in a rut.
Entrusting in the bigger story,
and not just the front.

If this is all that there is,
then where is the what?

Who is the how?

And why such a slump?

Will love be enough,
if I love me enough?

Enough to dust me off 
and build me back up?

I think it’s all of my questions,
that lessen hunt.

Second guessing the messes,
won’t clean them back up.

It’s time to grow up,
and own up to true me.

Whatever that means,
it means that I’ll see.

Blinded no more.

I’m parting the seas.

I know I can’t swim,
but don’t want to sink.