Just Stuff

 I was going through some notes I have on my phone and thought I'd dump them here. 

Holding the threads as I watch them shed.
Words thrown at my face as I sit in disgrace.
Flooded with confusion as it feels there's no diffusion
The thumping of my elevated heart rate is calmed by the future I will create.


Waterfall. 
Some gush with full conversion.
Others trickle with much hesitation
Like individual snowflakes do we fall,
But melt into a plan much greater than us all

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