I have swallowed enough of this city’s concrete and I am now filled with it
I am convinced the crushing feeling I wake up with is simply
the overflow of it in my chest and that somewhere beneath it in my heart is a seed
and that somehow the springtime will push something blossoming through
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mental illnesses are romanticized
in books and movies
as something that makes you weak
but if someone falls in love with you
then it will all be hunky-dory
when the reality is Continue reading Romanticized Reality
when the seeds of doubt start sprouting
they become weeds that overwhelm my garden
and bleed into the soil. Continue reading out of whack
I’ve always described it like
time moving too fast and too slow
all at once.
The other day,
it was heavy.
where no air could come in.
I was too small to exist,
but too large for my body.
You were windows,
leading me through a hallway.
Through a narrow space
on either side,
you provided a pathway for me,
pulling me through the casement.
A relentless cover,
setting me free.