From the heart mostly.

Inner

Living ~
put simply
is that of currents
in a wild, running brook
where the only thing predictable
Is that one day it will stop
but until then
it is ever changing
and it is inconsistent
until one day it comes to an end

Surviving  ~
In my mind
I had many beginnings
In my soul
I had many lives
and I have seen joy through squinted eyes
laughing too hard to ever think to cry
I know torment
and I touched fear in a frozen moment
chilled to the bone but too afraid to shiver

Existing  ~
I have learned humility
And in the dark I sought out balance
I am selfless and I am selfish
I do what's right when it's convenient
I am every good and bad thing
And I am the good when all else is bad
but every part of my being
Is scattered
I wish I could piece everything back
I'd like to think I'm where I'm meant to be

everything is scattered
In a million different memories
I thought I saw them ending
But I can't tell if they did
I have a hard time seeing
Where I am now
Even when I do look
But I can no longer tell
if I can actually see where I am at
Or if I am obsessed with looking back