Enough

January 27, 2015

I crave,

I dance,

inside my mind.

I write sentences,

loud enough to sound them,

through my teeth,

but too quick to write them down.

I stare hard,

at the trees,

when the sun is coming down,

it refects the sight I see.

I think,

my thoughts are often blurred,

my words come out wrong,

I ramble inside myself.

Do I love?

Hard enough?

I haven't arrived where I want to be,

I am not who I want to be,

and I'm on my way there, definitely.

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