pressure.

Having the overwhelming need to connect; so close yet so far away.
Failing to meet those I can sincerely relate to.
Wondering where my peace is.
Knowing that I push others away with my intensity.
Believing in something so much greater; having a glimpse of that grace, then poof it’s gone.
Loving the essence of this world and all that it can be; yet disappointed by its evolvement.
Creating a wall around me; keeping others at arm’s length.
Mistrusting intention with the belief that most good intentions pave a way to hell.

Tired.