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Simple number.

Precious in its decimal.

Zero interest.

Musical intensity jumps.

One away from percent.

I look forward to small joys.

Treats that feel good.

Talking with people who are positive.

Still I find

all it takes is one person

and my mood goes from grateful

to doubting myself

and all my life choices.

I do not seem to have that happy medium.

Things happen fast.

Sometimes overwhelming.

One thing at a time doesn’t always work.

Juggling all the balls

Means some may be dropped.

Hopefully just not an important one.

Otherwise panic sets in and you might go comatose.

What seems to be the problem.

Is often a mistake that someone refuses to admit to.

Then arguing only gets you more upset.

If it is not fixed.

Life will be hell.

Comfortable.

Just want to be left alone.

Scared of hurting others.

Shamed with guilt by thinking more should be done.

Bitterness about the state of the world.

Hope still flickers.

Moments of joy.

Strength weakens as mood shifts.

Crashes come with tears.

Poor kitten.

Rotten vegetables.

Filthy clothes.

Slavery stinks.

Freedom takes time to wash away the scent.

Every time you walk away.

I am awake.

Ruin is inevitable.

Thoughts on rescue.

Turn over your environment.

Goodbye to reason.

Efficient but deadly.

Transfer skills until they come home.

Premature grey hair.

Palm aside heartsight gets adopted.

Trust gets us protected.

Almost 18.

Time for them to fly.

Listening to them giggle at 3 am.

Looking in on them to see their chagrined face.

If you want to be a good roommate, consideration is key.

Unfortunately, they will always be my babies.