I lean; open the window, to feel the breeze rise up through my chest, and touch my cheeks. Dogs wander;
Broken heart; and tired mind.
Useless body, set out to find,
A solemn place to belong,
Where you can dance, and write your song.
Where worries past, will not follow,
Torture you, obsess and swallow.
Where what you grow into; matters more,
Than what you were, from long before. …
You don’t have to do it alone. No matter what it is; or how you feel; if you are right