Scarred

Scars. They may heal, but theyre still there.

be here. Be there  be.
And this is what i had to add. Months later


So, recently i had my cards read, at John Collins, on a faded hood of a car, no less! Candle went out on the white kerchief
Three cards were turned
The first- dependency
The middle- strength
The third- the fool
Told me nothing i did not know, but reconfirmed my knowledge

Balance

Come, write me a word
speak to me in a combo of syllables
Relax my mind with a whisper
Focus my unfocus
Reierate
Loving me

and knowing is half the battle

When you know who are, where you came from and where you're going, is self assurance .

One Art-Elizabeth Warren

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. 

Elizabeth Bishop