What do you want to think about?
What if i don’t want to think? I reply to myself.
Is it possible not to think?
To just sit in the space between thoughts that don’t yet exist?
I just want to feel myself in my body.
Linger in the corners of myself i have been to ashamed to explore.
Can i just listen to myself breathe?
Feel the rise and fall of my chest?
I keep putting the pieces of my heart together only to watch it fall apart over and over again.
Can i just use my hands to keep it together? I will never hold another if it means she’ll stop breaking.
I’ll forever lay here and watch the stars wink pass my vision.
The ones in the ceiling of my room that don’t require a sky.
Behind these four walls, i am the you-niverse and the rain is constant.
My storms leave more than rainbows behind. Chaos and collateral beauty is what i live off of.
Is it possible I’ll always be here?
Finding pretty things a mist the pain and destruction?
Letting time have it’s way with me and grow flowers between my thighs.
How many refections can i possibly have? Will i ever grow tired of seeing my face? Polishing this crown attached to my head. There is an entire world behind my eyes, eager to be the bedtime stories of your nightmares.
Who am i without a mirror?