most of the time I am frustrated and scared,
But, there was that one moment, maybe two, when I thought I was ok, maybe pretty damned good.
Life not in a flash, life not in a splash, life always a struggle, life not meant to be recorded all day and night, life sometimes spent alone with crying, and alone was cleansing, and cleansing was good.
Tears are the washing machines for the dirtiest of souls.
But, I had a moment, and maybe you too.
Could I have another moment, maybe with your moment?
That would be great, our moments together, holding hands, feeling not alone.