i Watched the day stir, and the night spin.
waging wars within, my head orbiting around what was so simple hours before.
but by now, it tears me apart.
the one thing i thought connected me between now and then.
i could count on it like oxygen,
always there, never wandered to far.
i could feel it when we lay miles apart.
and my insides reached,
the canvas of my mind, so weak and tired of fighting, needed to be painted.
i looked into the eyes that never fooled me.
they didn't see what everyone else did.
and the mouth connected to those eyes told me sweet stories.and i pulled pieces of each phrase apart,
i thought it was a different situation
but as those eyes closed,i would watch the day stir.
feel the night spin,
and i cannot see, even in the light.
but i have grounds for change.
it's in my blood, and my insides are reaching for the better.
my mind isn't being painted with chemicals.
natural thoughts. scared, but true.
i am me again.
