Fix it

September 29, 2013

Fix it, the bed you wake up in

Fix the mattress. The place you call a casket for your dead dreams

Fix it. Good,

Now breathe

Look at the outlet you call broken and

Know that you’re lack of motivation is not burn out and you are no blown fuse.

Fix it

The way you did the first time

How your muse told you as long as you were true

You would never have to experience another eviction

Because your heart was home.

So fix that . Fix your phone,

The line that has been disconnected from reality. Has you waiting for a call from your past

To Tell you that it’s sorry.

I’m sorry

This callings come from the present

Says in a precious voice, “You are going to make it .”

Understand

That you are only human

Consumed with pressures that makes you want to look in mirror

And try to fix it

But

You are

only human

So take a second

Breathe

And then walk over to the blinder that has shadowed you from your sense of beautiful

And fix it

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