I'm lazy nowadays, even lazy to write, &that is th most outrageous sin; tingling to lock myself into a county locker &find back my courage with words. I have very little strength to bulldoze away fears from my sight, but I'm sure, th real me is crouching back there somewhere, clasping a wet blanket but steering herself into light soon. We lose these things occasionally, determined to succumb to failure, &offer ourselves a jumble of stupid logic in order to raise th white flag &rest th worries away by selling our dreams. Cant believe we did those so many times before. We should build a memorial for our dreams that died along th way as we intune our brains with school huh. So sometimes we need devotees to slap th keys back to our faces, but we didnt know that in solitude is where our mind gains strength &learns to lean upon itself. Sometimes we know we just need to be alone, but we come up with excuses that we need ppl to comfort us just because we're afraid to be lonely. Its selfish, but we work that way. &Sometimes nature isn't so comforting.