Some days I’m lonely
Some days I love being with myself
Some days I escape with TV, takeout, and social media
Some days I sit and breathe
Some days I cry
Some days I’m scared to let go of home
Some days I’m flying
Some days I know why I am here
Some days I forget why I’m here
Why am I here?
Some days I want back to familiar faces and streets
Some days I think I am waisting time
Some days I’m scared
Some days I’m empowered
Some days I don’t have words
Some days I wish someone would check on me
Some days I check on me
Some days I wish someone would check on me
These some days are always changing...
