This too shall pass, she says. Convincingly. Urgently. But I have these thoughts, you see, and they won’t quit. This too shall pass? Does she know where I begin and where I end? Does she stay up at night, thinking she has a shot when she really doesn’t? Does she ever pretend to have it all figured out? Has she convinced herself? Is life but a dream - because I’m all ready to combust. I am alright. Crushed in spirit. Is this alright - not being alright? I’m floating. Will you float with me? I sit up all night and wonder. Snow fall, but it’s not too cold, yet. So, we’ll hit the ground and melt together. You see, I’m just tired of pretending. Stop the lies. My parents taught me better. Let’s keep floating. After all, still waters run deep. Or so they say.