there's something in the air

that feels something like impatience and helplessness

though hope insists and persists

at one point in time everyday

my head would feel light and bloated

then hot water would burst and flow from there

to the nearest entrance to a world worthy of loathness

but a big ball rolled of realities that i need to swallow and digest

it is needed a heavy burden to carry every waking, walking,

sitting, talking, standing, listening, eating, and sleeping hour

yet my heart is thankful

so thankful for this disheartening experience

and for those to come

i'm ready 

my heart's ready

finally

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