i questioned myself and then went back to sleep,


the cycle repeated for months, i knew answers weren't going to show up magically,

i knew i was going back to sleep in the lowest of feelings

emotions splattered on my pillow; tears

i knew to never know what i wanted to know about,
the secrets to a bitter reality that i didnt know the answers to

i learned i had just to make peace with myself and my decisions

i learned to be patient with my nightmares,

even if they consisted the end of the world,
i made peace with the lava chasing me down while i was running down the mountain,

i learned how to accept reality by just accepting mysely

so i gave myself a chance,

to live, again, again, and again
when the world decided to bring me to my knees