THE BROKEN BUTTERFLY JOURNALS #21

Today marks the end of the long anticipated month of may. I swore this month would have been one of the best. I was wrong. I definitely wasn't lonely though. I felt loved sometimes @ others I felt insecure, lack and uncertainty.
I began to do things I shouldn't
Stopped doing things I should
But complaining will do me no good
Time to realign myself with my source

I think about things all day
But procrastinate
Which brings low the spirit
Inspiration dissipates
Just another form of self hate
We must face ourselves
And conquer our flaws
Otherwise life stagnates
Dreams put on pause
Till they are never to be realized
We grow old and unfulfilled
Sit around
Get drunk
Discuss what could have been
Nope
Not the life I crave
So I simply must behave
With more ambition and pride
Before hope commits suicide

EVA POWAFUL say my name...


#EWAY