500 to 1000
Thats what it takes for all the chocolate
of my Soul to be nibbled away

250 I start to feel it.
Like a healing herb
with much of its leaves
eaten by locusts

It takes days to regrow and
like a blade of grass coming up fresh I am very fragile
vulnerable

I need to breathe life in
one breath
At a time

anyone within 50 feet
stifles the growth...sets it back.

vigilance and fear

Is this mental illness?
It is situational...all I need is solitude
breathing it back
And I am creative
I am fun
I am capable.
I am loving

Same as everyone I suppose
why do we deny this to eachother?
It is what we crave.

By 1000 people
My last leaf is trembling.