reflections upon the struggle
a kind of post-traumatic transformation
ephemeral
yet timeless

i don’t get it
but somehow it feels like i’m not supposed to since every morning begs the question
will it be heaven or… some sad excuse to feel like shit

funny how often it’s the latter bugger bound to finally be found the culprit

and then comes the shame
that thing for which there is no adequate alternative name

i do get that
or rather…
shame gets me

and no matter how i try and fly shamelessly through those traumatic twists
as they do turn
lest my blessed mess doth end

and is shared with a friend

Pease/Love

m(~_~)m