Things I've been finding difficult lately: Sleeping on time Walking up early Reading books Starting work Stepping into the shower Going for walks Writing good poems
I have this massive void in my abdomen tonight, It's only expanding with every minute as the night progresses. As if I lost something, Something I thought was mine, But I never had it, I don't have it
I've been a giver my entire life, And, now, I am craving for energy, For actions, For possibilities. My only problem being, Don't make me ask for it. What's the point, If I have to ask for it.
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