It's hard

This thing called life, ya, its hard.

We are constantly becoming and unbecoming in this state of metamorphosis.

I want to scream sometimes.

Other times I want to cry and hug someone so tight.

It is the ups and the downs they say,

That make this world go round.

I have learned not to hate but it doesn't mean I sometimes don't feel it,

I just don't carry it too long.

Anger is new.

I struggle with finding what is true.

So much of this or that,

we forget it is this

AND

that.

Confusion is the new, new.

That I know to be true.

What are we supposed to do?

Does anyone know?

Schools of thought say be christ-like

others say have multiple wives and you shall reach the kingdom of heaven.

Is true the puzzle piece that fits?

Some have a fucked up puzzle if that is it...

I desire peace and love.

We are it,

we have it in our hearts,

some forget because they live from their heads.

I once heard the journey is to mend the head and the heart.

I like that.