Saturday.

Saturday's are a gift. Birds chirp at nine AM. Singing songs you only hear on good days.

Choosing yourself is the most beautiful thing you can do. Doing things for others is beautiful too, and we're taught that in order to be selfless you have to give up the fulfillment of your own self. You must give up doing things for yourself, you must do things for others. The truth is, though, that you cannot fully give yourself to anyone or anything unless you are first doing all things that you do, for yourself.


Daily reoccurances,
seem out of my control.
Surrender, Suspend her. Defend her. Arrest her.
Giving my all, all of myself,
for peace, for angst, for any chance at a glimpse of light.

I release my yearning to mend,
to fix what I tend to bend.
Flooding in, comes peace.
I only have myself, and I am in control.
Going inside, a trecherous path, at first,
until you stop trying.
Breathe, and move towards love.