I'm still really tired,
Still trying to figure out whether I'm willing to grow

...or not

Still trying to make out the form of the clouds
If I should refer to them as cumulus or clowns

Still trying to tie my shoes
Hoping this time they fit

Still trying to string together bracelets out of rubber bands,
I've always given up before I got the rhythm down...

Still dreaming of ropes with no frayed tips
Still clinging to the thought of my ideals
Still screaming in the back of my mind about morals

Still tearing up at the thought that no one can understand me, if I can't understand myself


Still breathing


Still breathing


Still breathing





Still…





© Marah Schneider