pieces.

privilege
redemption
uncertainty
fallibilty
humanity
solidification,
validation of
innate intuition
mantra: it'll be okay
or better, at least
6 feet deep but headed toward a higher ground
ask, beg
without pause
breathless
desperate demands
beyond repair
fix, or at least try
sense strength
breathing in and out
give me
an honest reason
or
haunting moments that last close to forever
we live hoping.
we die hoping.
and even then,
we still hope.


darling, where have i been?

what am i saying?

i need to know why.
yes, this; but why?