...and she she dreamed of being free

I am the definition of a failed planner

Not a failure but I failed at planning

Never will I give up

Therefore, I refuse to call myself a failure 

at this hot and cold sea of life

It's beauty caught me but

the lack of love for the heart

I wear on my sleeves has me 

trapped in the idea of being free

which I thought was me

if I do not plan for love

Have I already failed at it?

The complexity of the depths of

this organ has me left on my hands and knees

satisfying the fleshy part of me

instead of He

 who has ultimately set me free

Bi polar and tri apartheid may not co exist

...here , within me

Happy Monday beautiful people!

Shay Nefeteria