Grammar.

You're doing so good.

Well.

Wellness.

To do well.

How does one define wellness?

Good?

Good like the ice cream little children nurture in the summertime.

Well like the newborn baby leaving the hospital three days later.

You're doing good.

Well.

Wellness.

To do well.

To be good like society;

Never in faith and halfhearted in religion.

To be well like the one with a gun to his head;

Sobbing in mental and emotional agony.

But you must stay structured. 

You mustn't stray from what's proper.

Ignore the grammar, ignore the meaning.

You are doing well.

Aren't you?

Good.

Two Girls

Two girls.

Very different.

One welcomes company; people create comfort.

The happiness radiates off of her;

Just as the sun would off of a self-reflecting mirror.

Joy is so pure.

So sincere.

Her laugh is subtle, sweet, like delicate music.

A smile plays on her lips at all moments.

The genuineness is never tarnished.

Intentions.

Always good.

Spirituality is never questioned. Never doubted.

God is her rock. Her foundation.

She shall fear no man.

Her quirks are merely perfect in the sense of imperfections.

Two girls.

Very different.

The other sits in a room.

Alone.

The dark circles under her eyes like bruises.

Tired, weary.

And for what?

Emotionless, and yet…

Filled with so many, the need to express brings her to tears.

But how?

Weakness.

Confusion.

Her brain storms with questions and wonders.

The thoughts cloud her busy mind.

The numbness.

The apathy.

It is that in which she endures.

It allows her to ignore and push aside.

To survive.

Never about success;

Only entire self-acceptance.

Who is God?

She laughs at uncertainty and religion.

What is to even come tomorrow, let alone eternity?

She controls her own.

Filled with spite.

Hatred.

But lacking in motivation.

Two girls.

Very different.

One body.