scio te ipsum

Oh tender heart, ball up really small and then come meet me out the front we will take a walk and talk about what we are going to do.

My internal assault, (I hope) does not last for too long. It throws doubt so acute, so frightening in it's vividness as if I could reach out and feel it against my palm Frustration that seeps in and then seeps out and overlooking the facts that my mind has orchestrated, is not warranted (and yet it feels warranted) and I'm so compelled that it causes strain across my brows and you feel indignant, of course, and I don't trust you all at once, even though you're just asleep in the bed next to me And I don’t know how I can possibly do this life with you The doubt says it’s you, the frustration says it’s you, but all of it trickles down from the fear inside me, I cannot keep anything, I cannot control it (but I can be brave and I can be willing; I can do what others do).