Innerdialects

FMF Writers :*

if we’re not socio-paths, we are shy, or bored, or somethings else.

I cannot read your mind, often my own avoids me. Like she hides in shelves and waits till others leave, before clearing her throat or humming to get my attention. The toughest errand for my head is perseverance but

am vowing to sit on it this orb around the sun. Please, let’s. Let’s just do this. Ugh the regimen of discipline, but let’s do this. Let’s keep our bullies, our narcisst demons away. Open the windows, rake in the Light. Rake in our selves, the ones we were made with, all the versions some one says we are, or not – and our wakening reality

Let’s do the severance, the cutting away of things that just turn us into shades of nothing. Shut that out, no matter the weight of freedom. Get a glimpse of your/my wings. Yes, those Lil things in our ankle bones and shoulder blades, and minds, just waiting to free fall upwards, in God’s skies.