I bet you’re in your bed. I bet you can’t stay still.
I bet your back is arched, your chest lifted in the air.
I bet you wish you could find yourself.
“Sometime, maybe next, around the corner, when nothing’s left
then, maybe then, I’ll feel...Fulfilled.”
Our thoughts are the mist by our moon.
I bet you’re looking around.
I bet you’re “no good”, so people have said.
I bet you’re trying, constantly frying those big, beautiful brains of yours.
“Maybe I’ll figure this out someday and the sickness will slowly
drift from my face. Everyone sees the worst or is it just me?”

Don’t take off anything. There is no need.
This word is voluntary. Don’t you move. There is no need.
No, not yet.

“Silver or gold I do not have, but what I have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, walk."
-Acts 3:6