Myself. Myself.
Who else? Who else?
The universe is always with me.

I maybe alone with only philosophy and routine,
But I awake every morning never lonely.

I now;

Tuck myself to sleep.
Sing myself a lullaby.
Pour myself a glass to drink.
Bury myself in sheets at night.

I admit it took self-control and a floor for me to greet, but nowadays I look at my feet and it's the best sight to see!

The floor! The floor!
Never ever before!
Has the earth looked so whole and green and sewn in patchy.
Below us all, ten toes and two soles. Peace has been all about loving the ground beneath feet.

I use to;

Tear myself out of bed.
Find myself a few hours in.
Scare myself awake, shaking.
**** myself for being ******* annoying.

Save yourself from sloth and wealth, two women that took my bed.
I can't blame them now for bringing me down, when I invited them in.

Now I;

Lay myself down, happy.
Me, myself and a bed so big.
Pardon myself, for hating.
By myself, life isn't a sin.
Healed myself, with one breath in.
Forgave myself, exhaling.

"I. Love. Sloth and Wealth", I say to myself. I don't despise what should always have been in small quantities. With a will and a way the balance is made, and now we can be a family.

I once;

Burned myself, still texting.
Hurt myself waiting.
Unplugged myself for an evening.
Told myself I was failing.

Here I am!

Producing myself a new mantra.
Singing myself a new song.

If I find myself with blues and a heart bleeding from a sleeve, scabbing, dry and peeling.

I remind myself what love is about and I can feel the universe kiss me.