Take it down a notch
I feel like everything is asinine
But yet again isn't everything beautiful?
A question I ask myself because the only thing that runs me is curiosity
How far can I go?
What can I learn?
What will this do?
Can I get a reaction out of you?
I'm a twister
Embodied by a minuscule fragment of ash, dust on your cheek
Burned up, fluttering, rendered obsolete
Expunged in flames and burned again
Born again
Passion riddled moth wings trying to escape torment
Feeling success from the pain that teaches a lesson you can't unlearn
Prodding closed wounds until they open and I remember what was taught with cold hands, what gave breath to a cold heart
Pouring unwanted feeling out of my tear-ducts, between my teeth
Emotions engraving rivers that cascade down scarred limbs like valleys turned obituaries for dead love
My confusion astounds you
Dear, it outshines my silver-lining
My happiness is unexpected and I love it all the more
But anxiety is where I find normalcy and comfort.
