Something

I'm trying desperately to fix things.  I'm trying to fix them quickly.  Like every other person who sickens me, I want it done yesterday.  I know that nothing can be fixed quickly.  Everything takes time... things work themselves out in a way that is to serve a purpose we just aren't meant to understand quite yet.

I'm feeling things, they are out there and I'm trying to contain them.  It's not working, it's scary but I can only keep true to myself.  When it's all said and done at the end of the day, I'm the one who has to live with the feelings locked up inside of me.

:::sigh:::