When I need space and my anger says I want to be alone, I\'m quietly reliving the moments my heart broke on my own.
To young for the torment of feeling unloved, yet old enough to search on with passion to fill it up.
Words of intellectual patterns of greed, fighting for the next breadcrumb so not to feel the burden of poverty.
My problem is nothing will ever be enough, everything creates so much pressure I always erupt.
That\'s when nature is my lifeline, especially the mutt. Waiting with no need for explanations or grovelling posture, no judgements just love that never gave up.