places i have yet to explore.
It is as though i am trying to find my way out of a dark room,
all perception is lost
and i become more panicked with each step.
I jump in puddles to make me smile
when the sky is the dreary shades of grey
that it has conjured for the last few months.
I wish i could say i wasn't afraid to be alive,
but the truth is that everyday i find myself in greater doubt of
the person i am, the person i am becoming, and the life
that i am supposedly living.
so please, help me:
teach me to skip stones on a February morning.
