Fear
My dear
What is it you hear?
The end is near
Don’t listen to the thoughts
Realize what we’ve got
Hide away in my arms
Let the world disappear
Like falling bombs
The sounds of gongs
Here
Silence inside our home
We’re all alone
Breathing
Eating
Sleeping
And being
This is all there is
This is how we live
Musings From a Ragged Soul 
Nice to read some words from you again, Shayna. Hope you are well.
Thank you! I am well. Really well. Funny how the words escape me when I’m in a good place. The words flow more when I am lost.
So, being uncomfortable or confused is like a motivation?