Often

Often times the world feels as if it is going to end.

And sometimes I want that perception to end.

I then want to befriend, every human.

I stop what I am doing, strategize, and drink coffee.

Because it feels like my soul is falling.

I no longer cry, no, I am not so naive.

It just feels like I am dying, and the world is ending.

Panic, silent hysteria, and mystified care.

God, wiped away my spiritual tears, erases my fears, and propels my motivation for a sincere succession of blessings.