Enjoy The Pepsi While You Read

Do I belong?
A question I seem to ask each time I face my mirror.
Whether I’m waking up stretching the crust off of my limbs and eyes,
Or,
Taking my clothes off before hopping in my shower after a long day of work,
That question rings inside of both of my brittle ears like trying to grasp the sound of a distant,
Faint signal…

Is it,
Because I lack purpose?
Even though I believe I’ve found it already.
Is it,
Because my presence seems to ward off any hint of Love radiating from the hearts of others?
Since I find myself alone quite often.
Virtually every single day…

A domino effect of questions falling on top of my head.
A fall hard enough to crack my skull wide open,
Rip through my dura while my body fills up on the night sky’s tear drops.
And,
With each attempt at answering,
All that pours is sea of worries not of my own,
Where I drown and grow weary in confusion…

Or,
Maybe I care a bit too much.
Too busy caring about others till I forget about my own existence.
After all,
Each foot I carry gravitates toward a kind relaxation so foreign to me.
The kind where you release the weight on your shoulders,
Popping open a can of Pepsi while kicking your feet up to enjoy a good read.
Or,
Jam to some Hip Hop for an hour or two…

Maybe,
It’s time to quit fighting myself and,
Take a deep breath without feeling guilty just for existing…