Life the mixtape- #182020
18._
I try to breathe but my heart seems to have abandoned my body, leaving it in the land between the desert and those thin needles. It sprints, forcing my body to shake with every step, every pump. Blood is scarce here. Blood freezes in time and freezes my lungs, ice shards growing and breaking indefinitely.
a thought- a cry for help muffled in social niceties.
My mind can't remember the last time I shouted in anguish.
Breaking dams was done so easily then.
However the mold arrived.
I burn it. I crush it. I drown it.
Strangle it. Dismember it.
Cut it. Love it. Hate it.
Inevitability fails me, the clouds replacing my muscles, veins filled with painful thunder-
brief lighting in between.
I ignore the mold.
The world laughs in anger and fear.
It claws at me, trying to replace my feet, the road, my skin
It stabs and prods into my brain and I fall down
into a river where a spiral embraces me
I am blind, time loses meaning,
the universe becomes magma-
becoming mountains,
becoming oceans
- becoming.
A tune. A song.
Colors burst into my ears, into the loose strings of my heart
pulling it into my chest.
A supernova,
tones mixing in fire
in harmony,
existence without meaning at all
- nonetheless remaining beautiful.
I see
and choose to wear my skin.
Red bursts into my eyelids as the sun, the stars smile proud at me.
My soul starts walking.