I want to be able to enjoy the little things without worrying about the bigger things. Be carefree without a place to be. Rise when I like and die when I please. I want the the music, the art, the street poetry. I want the sunshine, the thunderstorms, and the breeze. The good, the bad, and the ugly. I want them all, give them all to me.

I want to conquer my fear, my anger, my ugly. Destroy the voice inside that destroys me. It’s easy to fight a demon externally but how do you fight the demon internally?

Constantly clawing the back of my skull never letting me forget you’re there at all. Goodnight my love, I know you’re there. I know you’ll greet me with despair and a bad attitude. So in the morning I start acting rude and cursing to the Sun for my bad mood. Blame it on my aptitude or the fact that I’m becoming immune to this disease that has taken over me.