goodness, goodwill,
it's all apart of god's will.
live, love,
loving thyself, should be enough.
sometimes, it doesn't feel like it's enough,
but i brush those thoughts aside,
like discarded pen knives,
the sting of the thinking still brings a sense of melancholy
i think i think too much for my little head
so i must say,
i must say-
goodbye!