Why are we searching for warmth in a snow storm?
Why are we expecting peace where there’s no calm?

I want to be with you, but I want to be free.
I want to climb mountains with ease, but your words are too heavy to carry.

It’s crazy how much I’ve fought for your attention.
Way too many times to even mention.

What am I here for?
You want all of me, and much more.
I don’t have anything else for you to explore.

I’m weaker than when we started.
I’m starving for a better day, I’m famished.

I need to research a greater self aid.
Everything is more valuable when it’s self made.