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In my head all day

The thundering roar,
howling through the sky, towards
the horizon’s end.
Is what’s inside of me the
voice, azure, or edge?
Which one is behind my eyes?
Or perhaps they’re all
a fragment of my spirit:
the being, journey, and goal.


I’m dancing around
to avoid decisions that
I’m scared to confront.
So much could go wrong it’s hard
believing it might work out.


Just ‘cause you’re alone
doesn’t mean that no one cares.
We think of you when
we aren’t there. We care even
when you don’t care for yourself.