sunrise clarity.

I owe myself an apology.

You wonder often you think to youreslf and thoughts ferment to a point where one moment is no longer tangible from the next. And the heart continues to beat and the fire continues to burn strong and you get caught up in the smiles and wonderful modes of discourse and the charm that makes even the bare tree's look so powerful in their silver blue magnificence. You walk outside with your new jacket and your new bag and your hair looking the way it should and you loose yourself in reflections that catch you striding to work, from work, to class, from class, towards one more challenge that piles above and beyond those that already exist and those that have already conquered you to a point where you were crawling in a pile of your own misgivings.

Your fingers fly though words, your eyes scan texts, you write things that move anyone but yourself, you sing on a note that pleases everyone but you, you sing along to a song that isnt about you and never will be. You run out, you move in an out of significance, you ponder through clarity and visibility and no you are not more than you think. You are more than you imagine to be. You are not them, you are not those people who fall and continue to fall.

Stop beating yourself up, the world will listen one day, and till that day comes, babys just gotta be patient.