One Million Cells.

Days go by and I am forgetting who I am. Can you even know who you are? Am I? I sometimes think I am lost in this huge unlimited scary and absorbing space. I try so hard to get a hold of anything but there is either nothing or whatever I grab I hold to tight, it breaks. I am a mess. I am one million cells. My cells don’t always agree. Sometimes they tear me apart. They pull and pull in all directions. I can feel myself burst. Sometimes they love me. They keep me warm and make me fuzzy. But I don’t treat them well and I am sorry. I am sorry that I can’t love them and take care of them. I am sorry I sometimes wish they were gone. And I am mad. I am so unbelievably mad because I know that live is wonderful and so worth living. Every second is a wonder and I have everything I could ever wish for. I am not alone even though my skin is made out of bricks. Even though my eyes flow over on a regular basis I do know that this live is worth every second. Every mistake I make makes me grow. And not everything I believe to be a mistake is one. I am one million cells. My cells don’t always agree. Sometimes they tear me apart. Sometimes they love me.