the cure to my existential crisis

you are the breeze

that stirs the lake

of my soul,

stagnant water

crusted with algae

pushed into motion

by the force of you.

the mold that collects

in my corners

is scrubbed away

by your words.

you brush the dust

from my heart

and assure me

of my own existence.

and on the days

when i don't know

who i am

you assure me

that i'm exactly

what i need

to be.