I feel better!
I have more confidence.
I see my brother.
My nephews...
I wish.
I dont see my brother, nor my nephews.
I miss my brother.
I feel better.
No more self doubt. . . I wish.
I self doubt. And I hate it.
I encourage others.
Just not my myself.
I dont know why.
I guess Im lost, but not a lost cause.
I sing. Write. Play. Think.
Breathe.
Listen.
Breathe.
Listen.
Breathe.
Listen.
Breathe.
Just concentrait.
But what do I concentrait on? The birds?
The wind.
The screams of rednecks in the distance?
I need silence.
I search.
Searching.
Searching.
Searching.
Cant find it.
Maybe if I go out in the middle of B.F.E., I will find it then, dont ya think?(Note sarcasm).
I found the place I want to be.
Free.
Free as a bird.
I think.
But I cant think.
I cant breathe.
Im lost.
Truly lost.
STAI LEGGENDO
My Feelings Of Poetry
PoesiaI still often update, but not as often. This is a story about my feelings, in a poet kind of way. I am not very good at rhyme, but will try. These can also help you. Wise sayings in these too! I constantly change what I write, so be ready for long c...
