All too often, concerned. it is the wrong thoughts // things. no passion for growth, but stunted. materialistic paths, mysterious futures. i. am. surrounded. by clothing, children. driven to make this better. but, maybe too far gone. the horizon is bleak and it is pouring. laughter is promising, but the words (like vomit) are uneducated and trite. women, girls, are not moving forward. maybe, moving backwards. from pink to purple. nonetheless, screaming. It’s the Top of their lungs. but no freedom without choice. Discouragement is a large word. stay positive. My blood is pulsing, but at this point, only for my own zest. I won’t let myself down.