i keep telling myself that i am alright.
everything is going to be okay. nothing
is wrong. these problems will eventually
pass. better days will come, and i'll smile
again like i used to.
but sometimes, i'm not alright, and people
often forget that. i'm not okay inside. i need
to find something that will relieve my tension
before i break and crumble down. i need a
olace, an anchor—something to grip tightly
onto so that i can believe tomorrow will come
like a shooting star.
(i'm alright now. thanks for asking.)
