Fervor

It seems i've been writing a lot of depressing things, mostly kept in my notebook. I've not put much of it on here, for it's VERY depressing, and shows outword signs of chances of suicidal activity going on inside my head. Therefor, i must write something more friendly to get out of this hell hole.

It goes something like this.

Fox-tailed dovetails whipping my face,
The air is beaded, humid lace,
As my mind sets reckless pace,
I find I'm feeling love.

The world's big, the greatest earth,
I've not seen that since early birth,
I found it sitting by my hearth,
Heating by the fire.

Tendrils warm with heated love,
Moving, flying, as a dove,
Soaring to the heights above,
It's fighting death, and I know it.

Just like me, I sit here typing,
Of odd things meant to do me hyping,
To keep me set in steady riping,
For my life ahead.

And now I see the truth be told,
I know I can, I have to hold,
Must start acting a bit more bold,
It's time to start my life.