Cleaning up shattered glass
****** limbs cuts secreted into
What is existing and living right now.

Woke up this morning, full circle
Feelin' just like I did that morning
I filmed bumble bees
Camera was sorta blurry
You snapped pictures of me
With your bad attitude
But my room mate tells me
We are done talking about you.

Agreed.
And I make note, I drive stakes into the ground
Of the garden of my life
Noting and denoting just how
Over come from it all I am.

Gotta just write be cathartic real quick
Lets hit the beach and finish this ***** up
Money comes and goes places
Let reinvent just how southern status and hierarchy works
I sent a selfie to my father hoping you would see
Just be proud of me.

It feels amazing outside
Things are changing, starting, going
Sickness and a raspy feeling in my throat
Remains but I have so little time to care
Exhale.
Inhale.

Exhale.
Inhale.
Lets go for a run.