Look for the blessings
To be thankful for each day
Find your lost stars
To illuminate the abyssal dark that haunts you.
Be the hero of your book
Grow from the dirt of your boot soles and sprout into grass
Each day is the mystery of adventure
An enigma in a three-six-five intervening time and space.
Every morning you break your arms
Every evening you break your legs
You lie in anticipation of a heart attack
To finally put the end to your mental misery
Tomorrow is a place that petrifies you
Yesterday a place that you do not want to go back to
Right now is a place you do not want to be in
So you go to sleep to escape the feeling of your bloodstream and heart beat.
k.m.
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