jeo-party

getting it together April.
is what I tell myself,
but then again I am always trying to get it together, and usually I fail.
Or I claim I fail,
but really I am not really failing.
I get by , just fine.

others are far worse.

but you know,
I could be better.
or could I be better?

Why can I never accept that maybe my life is okay.
that for a moment I could stop and rest.
that having time for a moment, feeling like there is nothing I have to do,
is OK.

that I can relax.
that I work hard,
that my days are long.
that my shoulders hurt.
that the weekend is coming
and I will feel like doing things then.