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!