Anyone There?

Like a witless witness at the scene of a crime, going bungee jumping and your spotter's a mime. You're doing the time now that you're knee deep in tequila and lime, what was the first sign? Caught a line heard a rhyme smoked a bag of a dime, before you pass it, two-time. Hoping to find some kind of a rope, or maybe a vine so you might find the path back to the sun...

Shine, shake off the grime combined with the wrinkles in time that appear to trace and define because that's not who you are: what's on the outside. Maybe the sticky sickness you paste on your own face from your words and your self-hate is just tar from scars that don't fade away. In fact, breathe - take some time and line that glove with some love before you clapback on yourself for some unmet ideal, some too-high-to-reach shelf.

Sharpen don't dull, no wait and no lull. You need to demand and expand to be more than a hull. With discomfort comes thrill and you can and you will. You can grow and change and love and thrive because the fact that you're breathing doesn't mean you're alive.

No welcome mat on the door with no sides, open your eyes.

Deep breath, it's time to dive.