(today)
I cried,
driving to the grocery store,
for no reason,
other than,
I remembered
(so when does it end?)
When I am accomplished and successful,
is that when I feel whole again?
I desperately crave being complete.
(so)
I threw myself into my work
as if I was falling off a bridge.
Landing into a nothingness.
(Nothing has order but)
The cleanest of homes
are kept,
by the troubled hearts.
-everything has a place
Previously published in These (Transitional) Words