Verbatim

In some ways My stubbornness has kept me alive Helped me survive with Foggy sighs subtly dimming a daft shine of blinding light  Positivity playing as my most favored shield My heart, a sword Cutting into this world relentlessly Irreverently seeking healing through the wounds of others My sadness, a sheath to such self-inflicted cuts For people like me, it’s easy to love To see so much in others I cannot easily see in myself  Depression digs deeply at my roots Reminding me to be unapologetically selfish Withdraw my sword and remind myself that it’s okay to rest This spirit needs nourishment This mind needs respite  This heart needs comfort  This body needs 8 hours of sleep tonight

I’m not crazy, weathered at worst Like early days of earth Rubble rock birthing life from  violent destruction Fires burning molten in the underbelly of my origins Bubbling beneath cracked surfaces Where I oftentimes appear stable My heart is a volcano Bursting at the seams where new ground must form Former foundations crumbling, splitting like Pangaea  Where connections we once had feel like nothing more than distant history Evolution of man How he crawled out of water to feel sun upon his face How I would wait hundreds of thousands of years  In hopes he’d emerge from darkness to find me Staring out into space The nostalgia of quiet combustion Peering into past lives in the distance Knowing most of what I know to be beautiful is dead I am a supernova  Bursting at the seams where new life may form  Gathering masses from stray debris Gasses and gravity Nebulous love Pulling together new solar systems  in ancient designs and unwritten formulas Life is messy S...