When tears are tired
And skin refuses to feel anything alone
When thoughts keep hitting
On bottoms saying there’s no home
When all the mirrors
Bending their heads give up on me
When evening pillows
Reduce me to insanity
I dream.
I dance, I smile, I feel.
Exhaust my body in my mind,
Exhaust my mind into unreal.
I run.
My heart in slashing fields of hope
Making new pacts with all the devils
For better crutches, wheelchairs, dope.
I touch.
softly my madness to mad more
Cortex heart resuscitation, I keep
smashing into people until they get sore.
I love.
crumbles, remainers of a presence, all in doubt
is it something I should never forget
or something that I never had… yet to be found?
When from the comfort of your loved ones
you dare judge me
my dreams, my hope, the puzzles of my heart
So obvious evidence I am much happier without
Ask yourself, have you ever
Fallen without someone there to catch.
