My black-eye for obama!

It's a metaphor...not a bar fight.

I can't help question my karma...

I look like a domestic abuse case...
yet i am only abusing myself...

Wellll, I fell into the pavement, by myself, over my own two feet.

I feel like this often...but it rarely manifests itself in such a visual cue.


I've been told lately by friends, that I am not quite right in the mind, I need to prioritize, I'm moody, i should see someone and the kicker...that i like to be upset.

I'm not sure, how to start anew..begin again..heal (my new theme)

to heal

as it heals...the colors will change...it may take some time
my past rips through me, the future feels heavy
even the now is detached from purpose

all i have is time and moments
smiles and tears
hopes and fears

I hope for a re-birth, a new cycle, a peace of mind

my list of priorities are:
health
new experiences
friends
empowering career...and
oh yeah, love.

I hope as I move into this new era,
my body will heal,
my heart will heal,
my mind will heal.

kreature