opposition (aka 'hats')

"am i a part of the cure, or the disease" ?

i'm tired.

so, so very tired.

no one told me it was impossible to heal while still imposing these lacerations.

oh how desperately i miss the feeling of even being switzerland.

no, it's either one end of the asterism or the other.

i'm still traveling 10mph slower than everyone else

and i can't seem to understand how i'm expected to bloom without ever wilting.

to fall without bruising,

dream without sleeping,

shout without making a sound.

all that's visible are my leaves and my branches,

not my scarred, twisted, dirty roots.

so i'll just continue to swallow the sound of desperation, of helplessness;

swallow it & let it grow inside my chest instead.