~ Why am i putting myself on trains that are taking me nowhere I planned to be?
~ is her little white body representing the fragile waves i rock with my angst day in and day out?
~ when will i know that my testimony is ready to be honored?
~ why is the child in me a thief of identity?
~ why is the adult in me a con artist of self?
~ and where is the old wise woman that i've got rocking back and forth inside my soul?
~distraction is the main course of this elaborate meal i've made...
~distraction is the higher power that i'm subscribing to at this moment....
~confusion is when winning or losing aren't two things...
~the one who kissed my forehead when i arrived in this world and the one who will hold my hand when i leave it...
~this place i'm living in now isn't my home
it feels sort of like a hostel
where the energy of the bed keeps me awake all night...
