good at getting there but not so much the round trip
when im by myself,
or, AS THEY SAY, in a crowd of people
sonnets dont fix it and neither can you
when i say i want to write because i want to fight for people and i want to fight for life, i want to ease the suffering and loneliness of others…
its because i don’t know how to fix myself. and maybe its enough just to love, and to do right by the things and people i love by honoring them
and it pains me not to have the skill to do it properly. and sometimes this pain is worse than being lonely.