Foreign Thoughts

I just experienced the strangest thought…

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not strange, I suppose not.

but it was a foreign thought.

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I thought to myself as I wrote down some prose

~maybe I should edit or censor myself

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But No. 

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then who would I be?

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Except an ungenuine poet 

unraveling at the seams. 

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa

Basic building blocks

With no words left to speak,
Stressed out, crying…. Ive reached my peak.
If only overthinking compensated for lack of action
But that, is a flip-flop fraction.
Trying to maintain a sense of independence
Without it, lack of peace is tremendous.
Yet trying to take it on alone
Has left me feeling like i want to run from home
It was originally a safe place of solitude
Now its just a place to make a livelihood.
Its harder for me to see I’m where I’m meant to be
When everything is falling apart at seams.

Energy follows thoughts
If you don’t start with the right ones
You’ll never get past basic building blocks