Sep 9, 2022
i feel as if
some days i am blooming,
growing, thriving in the sunlight
it soaks my skin, my freckles, my hair
my green eyes shine with joy
and some days
i feel as if
i’m withering away
like the rot in my brain is spreading
to my heart and my bones and my muscles
as if one day i will no longer be me
but a collection of dirt and untamed weeds
i can never trust that i know which is true
am i living and breathing and dreaming
or am i slowly decaying, doomed and dying?
- n.c. // i do not trust myself to sentence myself to either
