F.I.N.E

Addictive,

With a personality I still don't know.

Scared with reminders of yesterday,

Like a glass that's no longer transparent.

Quick to judge not.

But its obvious I have my own wounds to mend,

Its on the page of things to do,

Sew them shut and kill the curiosity .

Into the air.
Into the air.
Into the air....

And once again I learn how to breathe.