I accept chaos, I'm not sure it accepts me.

((blankets not doing their job. the shivers of emotions crashing over are taking control. people not being themselves. not holding up their end of the bargain. feeling the breeze from the fall, and dreading the final landing. frustration overwhelms. changes the shapes being shown in the reflective surfaces. the truth is what you tell me, if thats what you want, if thats what it is. envy over the past. is it any different. i wouldn't know. i shouldn't know. tired of not feeling the equal, but tired of caring. tired of not knowing what to do next, tired of caring so much it hurts. the horizon is bright. the yellow is so piercing and calming at the same time. time. years even. patience is all it will take. if only i had it for everything.))