comfort is nice but eventually there becomes a point where comfort is when the fire goes out and you become cold when all you want is warmth...

I am dying for a love that will light my insides on my fire, create sparks in my heart. I don't want to ever sleep again.

I'm sick of anxiety floating into the room and never leaving telling me I don't know how to just be and telling me not to relax, always on edge, where do I go? I'm so sick of trying to find a place to feel comfortable within my internal and external environments. I don't want to try anymore think anymore do anymore I just want it to happen. I feel like there's nothing to show for all the amount of worrying and preparing I do for all the things i've ever done. I'm tired of fighting, I just want to relax....