It’s uncanny how shit happens
The present becomes the past
and the past becomes a memory
But I
I thrive on stability
And this hurt
this lone pain
this chaotic uncertainty
stands to kill me
And I could ask
the why’s
the how’s
then when’s
but what response would fulfill me
if one stood to get any answer at all
And now what?
Another unanswered question
Time trucks along
dusk’s become moonlight’s become dawn’s
And I
I just wanna stop crying
I need comforting
I need words of assurance
I need
Relief
Stress yearns to desire to sweet release
But life is what happens 
when you’re planning for something else
The one thing you can depend on
is self