WRONG SIDE OF REALITY

I can tell because of the fog That I must take special care I must write my name in it On the foggy piece of glass So as to not forget myself It’s easy to get lost inside The wisps of “here nor there” Surrounded by smoky layers Of “what if’s” and “why not’s”…

BALANCE

Sometimes there is silence No voices No motivation No desire or drive Sometimes there is loneliness No comfort No connectedness No shared emotions Sometimes there is despair No inspiration No love No passion But today… There is balance And these days Make those days Worth getting through