Almost desperately addressing imaginary past life traumas
like stealing clothes that I know won't fit me
because I know nothing is really wrong
but yes, if you want me to go to therapy as my Christmas present to you, I'll do it
and if you need the space for me to be alone
I'll promise to date fewer guys than you
I'll manifest the end to this confusion
Because I'm all in if you are, I promise
The hissing is on high
and the drums are everywhere
the gag reflex
the south american scorpion snake
spewing harsh fractal geometry
the completely drained chalice
in the distance
the acceptance I cannot reach
welcoming the bottom that does not arrive
purging projectiles down to the bone
but shackled circle cannot leave itself
and submit
please help me
I cannot do anything right
I have not done anything right
my whole life nothing
could end this moment
please help me
I'll do better
I will get up
thy will be done
I cannot see, but i will show up
this is what I do, this is what I am
kindness
Sweet Pain
Sweet Pain
filling my heart to overflowing
I was wrong to turn you away
my prodigal friend
Let me feel your embrace
your strange energy
bridging the gap
everything has already changed
the future is here
I am just catching up
one trembling breath at a time
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