Smug

           Such that of an irritating step. Still to breathe
all I can do. Watch as the tears fall down my eyes. Why
bother?

           Just keep pressing on. Ragged breath holds tightly
upon edges and scraps as released. Still the choking
is so apparent.

          Just sit back. Holding knees to chest as the
soul dances in the coldness. Stark to the core. Hoping
the bitterness dissolves and the gratitude awakens
from the slap in the face.

         Careful though I am. The sniffles press the tears
into the drying air and creates the loudness of a heart
beating.

          Still how does it matter?

          Standing still for seconds upon hours, the silent
whimpering is raging. So clear yet so scattered. Ah though
the mind repeats a cackling laughter.

          The irony in sarcasm just lays throughout the
displayed stormy blues. Ah, the question plays a fine
tune.

         Indeed, what, say you Mary, affects your face?

         Haha the groaning lungs exit. Still the day will
begin. A sigh wants to fit in and yet I squeeze too
tight the remaining slivers of space.

        No, the answers of fine, okay, I'm here is all that
can relate. The motion of measured bits are unclear
but the emotions of finding a calm inside, well indeed I
search.

         Slowly the day unfolds and food I need gives way
of a slow caring invitation of offers. Yet how do I just
let the love open?

         Ah. Indeed the complexity of me today is covered
once more in the layers.

       All I hope is that the afternoon becomes welcomed
and enjoyable.