broken heart, brused mind, and sore body.

i lay here broken and brused.

brused in the mind.

yet broken in heart.

nones shoulders to place the blame except that of my own.

my body brused from work and mistakes.

so i lay here and drift deep into thought.

thoughts of nothing thoughts of everything.

thoughts of love and hate, jelousy and confusion.

spining and spining never willing to stop.

the deeper in thought i go in search of answers the more complex the realizations get.

and all the more questions left for me to ask.

my mind always going spining twirling looping circuling always moving.

never stoping.

yet i have no answers to give or advice worth taking.

for why should i give advice that will not seem to work for me.

many of my problems i can so clearly see.

though the bigest ones do seem to blind.

blind me from anything close to answers on how to see.

to see what was and is right in front of me all the time.

no matter what i say or how i act. i have a love.

and wether or not love is exchanged it is no crime.