RAAAAAAANT

APPARENTLY A BLOG IS WHERE YOU RANT ABOUT EVERYTHING AND THEN HAVE EVERYONE READ IT AND THEN SECRETLY HATE YOU FOR RANTING SO MUCH.

Therefore

I don't want to rant.

I really want to wail.

But I will wait.

And whisper

in a small little voice

perchance husky as my mother calls it

in my morning voice

into your ear

with small

tears

by the corners of my eyes

"how come I'm here
I'm finally doing everything for myself
but I'm not myself"

breathe
weep

"and I'm doing everything else than whatever
I want to be doing for myself...
at this moment."

sigh
smile

"Lack of sleep, maybe," you may reply.

Prayin' hard