How much

The cradle rocks and it needs. Yet when is all enough? Dare I even wonder. For certain no. The mind hurts when I do so.

Even the cackle falls from my lips. Sounds of cynical rage entertain me and yet none of it really stinks in. My move from here is gonna be so heavenly.

My spirit finally will be at rest. This uncertain weight of peace will hold me tight and I will finally be able to love. Even if it is holding people at a distance. At least I will be free of confusing people.

Sure people inspire me, good and bad people but don't get heady if you fall into that category. Never will I admit face to face nor anywhere else.

So don't get cocky. Even for chance I could stare you down.

Not today.

I sat where I could so the pain would leave me and yet I had to get rattled. DON'T!

You made your choices. I wasn't one of them so don't you dare think you had a right to look at me.  No.

So escape to the new ones. Just let me be. For now I sit at home crying because I am so rattled. You were not kind. Show your attention to others.

Thank you very much for the increase of my already screaming head. So unkind.