Distrust, Love & Jellybeans

Wandering ... lost 3:51 am ... a night owl perched. My head a cavern of worries and static. The basic hum and my breathing I can feel the blood flow, I can taste the habit. The super being of Nietzsche learn to love oneself. Outside the moonlight dies Without her beside it. A plate full of curse words, bad habits and bingo cards. It's cold outside the cold brick wall wakes me up. I try to sleep away my frustrations, doubt and insecurities. But the days still turn midnight to morning, days to weeks ... I am not what everyone thinks of me!