i bought a bike
#1 of therapy 

hurting stomachs, fogged up brain and hearing tapes

i don't remember the last words i spoke to my mother. 

the grass is finally growing green 

 your hands are back on my knees

my words are mostly lost in explanations and apologies 

 things have been better. some times i lay one the floor trying to understand why i am still here, still waiting and fighting these fights. every person is here but seems like they are looking past, looking for someone/something else. summer is coming, i couldn't wait anymore. 

please let me escape into more beauty