letting go.

does your pain curl or purr?

is it comfortable now?

you know it is, you know joy never lasts quite enough.

that it demands balance, and god, you're tired.

joy demands effort. joy demands pink vulnerability.

sorrow is in your morning coffee, it kisses you back home.

sorrow says "i'm here" and means it.

You've never known bliss that makes promises like that.

of course it's ironic, of fucking course it is.

that's the whole point.

rock bottom doesn't seem as painful as what comes before

as sharp stone that tears during the fall

un-bottom is too far, it is a tightrope, it is out of sight

does it exist.

does it curl or purr. will it ever be comfortable.

you've struggled to gather the bits of yourself

and letting go of any, changing them for new bits

it makes you hold on tighter.

it makes you remember you're alive.