Reading stuff from before 2005-2006 is strange because I can see so much struggle in myself. Poems like this give me strange hope because it feels like this is when I was finally, in my late twenties, starting to finally be honest with what I needed. It is interesting to look back and realize in this same time period I was finding out more and more about what I might need out of life, though it was still a few years out before I figured out how to bring it about.
Like falling rain, Horizon's grey, I am not precisely okay; But, I hope one day, Like a lip sweet morning kiss, To sneak up... Wake up, And be there, eyes wide, and say "I just don't know" To all of this.