uneasy, breezy.

sunset trickling down my window seal

i feel the breeze through the cracks and crevices

i see my reflection

being free as i can be

high in the sky

yet 6ft under

misunderstanding

why i feel so big in weight

but so little in a room with white walls and brown furniture

i need that nurture.

potion not poison

mind over matter

matter fact, that’s the fact.

everything i touch, feel, deal, sign, seal and appeal matters.

i’ll pick up this paint brush and draw the details that’s missing.

no need for perfection.. it don’t live here.