It is Too Loud

It is so tiring to have an alert grasp. I mean like, oh come on. The sound is too loud that I could not even hear myself. I just want to own my presence, effortlessly. Enabling myself to hold on to something reliable to the current reality is quite an obstacle.

I do not want something much, alas, too much. Otherwise, I should always look for a reason to cling on the day and night. Shouldn't I have trusted myself?

I did.

I did.

It owned my attempts.

I have been big enough to try. You should not have to blame me for losing a grip. Again.