Words to myself

Listen here buddy!

Your bluest eye is often elongated with sarcasm

Hidden mantras, doubting thoughts, witty banter, and feelings of dispassion

When you see these feelings in your self do not fear or abandon

All the fertile hollowness inside you is a peculiar gift, an experience worth having

All the decay and ill-fitting skin... is all the compost needed to grow within

Perhaps that's why roses smell like poo?

Even so, you have to believe you can birth a life anew

Before entering the void ask yourself this question

Will the final scene provide relief?

Can a silently held hand push you to believe?

After all, a connection is what we all need

So remember what seeks me is also what I should seek.

Now just get on with it!