heLLo.

heLLo my
stars.




My quiet thoughts
often held
never allowed
ouT.

the stars of thoughts
the echoes
long held without end
too tightly, too hard
worried until too thin and
lost
what do?
what-
what
-?
caught between several
thoughts
questions
paths-

One allows a form of
indolence.
to grow the home
the Little Hands
to have more of those tiny hands.
.

One allows
to grow the self
the mind
to help provide better
for
Little Hands.

One forces the usual disdain, the rut
that self imposed circle of
discontent.


Two for the better
one merely
to survive.

Where?

Two months away, six or more after..
uncertain of the outcome.

Could he manage? He may lose his own job, so I can further my onw
How horrible, how selfish.


Unsure
choiceschoices.