W.I.M.

woah. is. me.

in other words living on a whim.

at this moment in time it's either sink or swim

and if im down for the win then real me in.

neck and neck up to my chest

pressure so thick this time im not my best

im lacking clear judgement overdue for a rest

at every corner i face tragic confusion

is this optimism just a mire illusion?

or am i just prepping for a cosmic fusion?

so simple i play my hand

but too simple it may be can lead to a fallen man

solider, hold her.

i can't.

i want to.

kiss you, touch you.

i can't.

obstacles r getting in the way

sadly they are things i must pay..

for this might be the only way

that i can communicate my desire to ...

take you higher.

delay this flight

because i might...just.

bust.

a folding hand has been placed in front of my threshold

and still i know that i must soon mold tobyour shape and thank the heavens above that soon you could be my love.

BUT.

woah. is. me.

i just want to feel free.

but sadly.

it is I.

me.

who stands in the way of my highly anticipated victory.

f ups, and downfalls seem to await me at a crack in the path

and you do the math.

what is there for a girl who walks along half weak and half strong?

i push it aside in stride of my pride and break only once, and trust me when i say that i rarely stay that way.

my problems my own, only my mind left to condone, for the stupid decisions that have caked me so. will i overcome them? someone has to know.

and if so,

is it possible

to relay the answer to this long lost soul.

because i too feel the need to grow.

evolve from this mind and find the right kind of elevation that helps me escape this wretched procrastination and horrid nation.

forgive me for such an ill planned plot i just felt the need to jot down what had me, well, down...