I let my hands do the talking.
Line by line I design.
I hold Doubt’s head under the water.
I feel the sky pull me in.
I am a romancer.
I am a hypochondriac.
I am many people, places, and things.
I’ve been lost before.
I experiment with terror.
I splash in pools of light.
I find ugliness in beauty and find knowledge in darkness.
I have many ideas.
I have many fears and loves bubbling inside my shell.
I feel the pressure of the world;
The crumbling of dreams.
I pick up the weight of others while they masturbate.
I’ve learned that that’s normal.
I will find a way.
No, I won’t wait, no way, for another lifetime.