Some evenings are the beginning of endings. Ending of over thinking thoughts. Ending of bad days. Ending of hope on certain situations....

It has become like a solid pattern, Of how things happen with me, Slip, Fall, Cry, Get up, Over and over again. Even if I break the...

I know what I’m doing, Overthinking, at my best, Worthless as it can ever be, I cannot give it a rest. As uncertain as the future can be,...

It thought I’d let it go, In the air, Up, above, somewhere, Over the oceans, Sand dunes and sun’s glare. But I found it, Right behind me,...