yet I know all the answers
why should it be so hard>?
to be so perfect?
african sauna lingers in the background on a canope of another sleeping friday
the waft of tradition finally touches my skin
glowing dark blissful, hard, energetic, strange, and .... into forever
I am reminded of the new step ive taken and the new girl im turning into
why then should i be unhappy with myself?
why should be worried or unsure of what I really can do?
can I really not do all that I want?
african sauna came true
patience without knowing
why should it all be so hard?
or is it an ashy soul
that hasnt tasted true cake or true confidence.
is it so?