Lets not talk about it

"I wish there were words,
I wish there were ways,
I wish I cold just express how I feel exactly.
I wish I could show you
tell you
how I am
how I feel
I wish I didn’t sound so absurd.
I wish the meanings would
could
flow endlessly.
I wish I knew how.
I wish I knew when.
I wish I didn’t need to wish.
I wish I had something more to wish for.
Oh, but wishing gets me nowhere.
It gets me sitting alone writing in a lousy note book,
about lousy wishes."





" I want to be better,
but when will I be good the way I am?
When can I take a break from self improvement, and just be myself?
And let myself be good.



Oh, and never."