If the sky falls, will I catch
bits and pieces of the sky
the
Sometimes, I really want to
run away from myself –
Stop. No. Go. Stop – go – go.
Don’t stop now. Stop and go.
I have taken many breaths,
some deeper than others.
The day after always feels bad.
I hope to have hope. I need to cope.
Can we go without judging?
Can we be true to ourselves?
