it seems no matter
the amount of yellow days
blues are much darker
i am still, quiet
and yet I always still say
it’s somehow my fault
worthy of goodness
is learned in time and self trust
is learned in healing
possibilities
reveling in melodies
and their remedies
and it’s days like these
that i find myself at peace
surrounded in you
a box of a man
controlled by cardboard and tape
stiff and stumbling