It's going to be alright. I know how small
a slice might feel, but assuredly it'll heal.
I watch the wind. I taste the air. Enjoying
the sensation of being alive, of being able
to think of pleasant situations. Expectations
leads to resentments. Better to accept each
person on his or her own level. Not to expect
that they match my definitions, but instead
that they are who they are and that I am
what I am.Together we make up the world.
I kick a stone with my feet. It doesn't hurt.
It only moves to the next anticipation. I am
as tall as I'll ever be. Each molecule that
suggests my form is all the man I need to
feel. It's going to be alright. There is surely
a purpose to every disappointment. I may not
understand the process, but I will enjoy
the end result.I lick my lips, quietly enjoying
the taste of me on my tongue. I am not the
devil. I am not God. I am only as much in
pain as I allow myself to be.Some people
might walk by and ignore the living I am
displaying. That is their choice and I respect
their opinions. Others might stop and share
a word or two. We will have a conversation.
Time will pass and the day will roll on, and
another part of living will let me stand free.
It's going to be alight. I'm still smiling.