epiphany.

i'm back.

you wish you had this freedom.

i've been drowning myself in a shallow puddle;

it's simple to get up, but so tempting to lie here and submit.

leniency is the issue.

i had once questioned whether or not it was impossible to bend or break,

but have come to realize that i sway too easily.

full power and concern is given to the other.

focus

and believe.

remember

that breathing is important.

north of easter.

i've been feeling dry.

worn out and twisted,

every droplet of motivation

has been coaxed out.

but all it took was a day's worth of panic attacks

and two hours of crumpled lucidness

to become drenched.

you are my home.

i'm searching on google to answer the mystery of you

even though i've perused your every intricacy.

i want to see what the outsider sees,

what anyone else would think if they saw you on the street.

there's something that continually puzzles me about

this.

even i remain an enigma.

this doesn't fit with our pattern.

waiting.