the flaw of the flawless is that we think we are lawless.

I am not working on myself as I should be.

Instead, I collapse onto those around me.

Fly, fly, I try,

yet I feel the need to cut the strings around me.

Why is this always be so?

Must I always fly away in order to grow?

Are the flowers around me not enough?

Their colors astound me until I start to lust...

For something better, something different, something I don't have right now

I thought I was grateful but then things changed somehow

i just need to pause and take time to reflect

some kitties will also have the right effect.