My bunny is what makes me happy

The cold breeze from outside is making my mind boggle…. Just shut up already I say as these thoughts come by like waves in the ocean each one getting stronger and stronger.

These mornings are weird I wake up feeling like I’m out of place feeling like I’m almost blue in the face I can say….. the weird feeling won’t go away please just go with the wind I say…… the more I think the more aches I cause….. like a soft boat on the ocean blue,thunder and lightening awaken and the winds are stronger then ever……. What’s making me last? I really don’t have a clue…..

Push harder push harder they say as the boat loses control….. my thoughts in my head have really gotten me out of control…..

The soft feeling of her fur I touch! I hold her close to me only to hope that she doesn’t pee. I hold my bunny close and tell her my life story and how it goes….. her soft touch brings me to a peaceful state of mind, like an ocean blue that just the waves just calm and go as they please…. Ugh I kiss her on the nose and say why does life have to be such a tease? My thoughts are so deep I can literally drown and no one will find me. Instead what I tell them is to just let me be.

With pain everywhere I look I want to just drown and die but to my avail instead I ask these questions like why? My life is twisting like a twisted turning staircase but when will that stair case end? When will I feel like I’m at the top?

Wait

Let me get this right I need to climb and climb until god decides when I can drop? Is this real? Can anyone hear my thoughts and my cries at night? And with that I’m out like a light…..

Nighttime is my friend she doesn’t stay for long but when she disappears it’s like nothing was wrong. The peaceful quiet night oh how I crave you but only for you to go away within a couple of hours….

The nights are cold my thoughts are awake but somehow you leave me feeling like I’m strong and not going to break!

The sun shines through my window oh so bright! To roll over and find that no one is there holding me tight….. the morning dreads on as I get up only to make me feel like I’ve had a good dream and you have the nerve to wake me up? Focused on other things I keep my mind occupied but is this how life works? I need to suffer to be okay? Ugh whatever I say as I go back to binge watching my favorite show at least that’s stopping these thoughts from growing……