i can't breathe.

i'm a dark cloud. i didn't mean to bring you down.

i'm sorry that my touch must cut.

that my eyes make you miss your flight.

i'm a dog chasing his own tail, not paying attention to the traffic i've circled into.

i need to empty the cage and clean out the feathers.

we build a house of cards so carefully and with so much pride in what it is

only to have a tiny wind blow it to the ground at our feet

i can't pick up the cards.

they won't even stick to my fingers.

i got caught in a thunderstorm and didn't know how to escape...

so i swallowed it and became the gale.

i am comfortable and that makes my stomach disown me daily.

to know that all i do is prove you farther and farther away from me hurts with no definition.

i am lost and in the dark and don't know my ass from my nose.

you are things i never knew you were.

and for you...

march on.

hope is a slippery stone but if you can grasp it, shove it deep into your pocket. 

fight for what is yours.

know that weariness will come and sleep's siren song will call out to you.

don't give up.

waves will crash your tiny boat and leave you flailing for a scull.

the light will come and go and come and go

but know that you have to keep moving.

these things i've learned.

there's two paths in every journey.

hopefully, you get to walk along the one that is constantly set in spring.