December

i am learning to be kind to myself. it’s me against myself nobody else. that is what determines my soul’s wealth. falling apart, i was falling apart remember? but i picked myself up and put myself back together. my heart is like the weather of december. hard and solid as a rock. it’s got to be like that to protect the soft spots. my core is so soft. only a few can tell you that. cause there’s only a few that get close enough to see through the cracks.