You’re working with broken hands. Not asking for help. Watch you shake and wonder how to make it stop. Growing up is lonely. It makes you feel isolated and proud and dismantled. What makes the ghost of you youthful? Now you’re full of shit. You’ve lived so many lifetimes and landed on the one you tried so hard for. Trying is so fucking tiring. You always knew that trying would lead to becoming and you became it all and so much more. Force the reset. Sit in it. Sink in the mud and tempt the flowers into blooming. Let it do all the work for you. Stop trying for a moment and be invisible. -AMT ©️