100 days

 I spent the entire day with no plans. No promises. No work.

I am on the brink of anxiety.

It feels like I only have a small amount of happiness that I can hold. But my reservoir for strife is like an infinitely strong balloon. And there's always room for more.

Only with no other problems can I make room for all of your problems. 

I hope in 100 days I can look back and not recognize myself anymore 

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Everything is okay
I am okay
Don't worry
I am content
With me and with you
You should be too

Some Things Are

There are times when one must turn inwards
Look for the meaning in their actions and words
Try to find their faults and put them to paper
Let them out from their mind
Revisit those flaws
Make plans to right them
Some things are meant to not be thought about
They simply are
Simply must be done

Reborn

It took time
A year
And a lifetime before that
And a lifetime after
This is another rebirth

Her

Why should I hate anything
Things aren't to be hated
Just people to be misunderstood

Always There Is Noise

I fill my life with noise
And I never really stopped to think why
And when I do actually think
I do it with the noise still going around me

I am an angry man
I am scared
I am naive and stubborn
And lazy
I never try to think about how others feel
And even in this I only write about myself

But with all the noise, I can pretend I am like him
And I can look down and pretend to understand
All while my ears and eyes and nose and bones are just filled with it all
And I can pretend I am not myself

Things

Life For Rent
Kid A
Speaker For The Dead
Call Me By Your Name
Arrival
The Left Hand Of Darkness