When I close my eyes up

and I rock myself from side to side,

I'm rocking the troubling stress

that I'm trying to shed.

Just swaying like that makes me feel

a shot of sweetness sugar that quickly

spreads through my whole entire being

and the constant state that I'm in.

It doesn't make me want to smile.

It simply sweetens the sour.

It connects my lips...no speaking,

and I can breathe in the aroma of quality stillness and betterment of the situation that is staring at me, gnawing on the bones of nervousness that I fed it, earlier today.

Betterment.

Rocking.

Swaying.

Me.