Inhaling the simplicity of little beans ground up and extracted to liquid in a cup, 

soothe the anxiety upon distress.  It centers my pain and relieves the strain. 

How could one feel so abandoned in the middle of such an operational position?

The happiness that I longed was washed away like an oceans tide and all of my words were misunderstood. The road I've been traveling has come to a dead end and I can't seem to break off the path and search for another. I need not to find a cure for everything that makes me weak.

The wind is blowing me against the shallows of life's depths. And I can't break free. I can't find me.