Our mess

Our mess

It's quiet right now and my thoughts are loud. Tossed and turned while the lights were out.
Had a dream that the gorilla rip your head off.

Now my heart thumps deep down inside my chest wondering if you’re at rest!
Are you alone?

The world would have to see you dead, in order for you to see the world… The world would have to see you dead, in order for you to see the world…

For this is when you’re truly alive; with the truth of life as your gift… because I think I'm failing this test of our mess, in which that we created! Do your best and stay blessed!