we’ve called a meeting
to mourn the death of art
driving to the store
i’m not inspired anymore
some days it’s a lost cause
anxious in the hair salon
fix myself in the mirror
i don’t know what happened here
am i stumbling?
falling down?
am i laughing out loud?
what a perfect day
it’s been a while since I felt this way
waking up by choice
the rising, rising voice
staring at the sun
learning to cope with love
i don’t know if i have the patience
to make it through this situation
(to manage my expectations)
am i stumbling?
falling down?
am i laughing out loud?