In Bloom

Upon realising that you are not the man you want to be,

There are a list of things that you might think. Here is one:

Grow a pair! You pathetic, neurotic sack of nutritionally deficient soil.

Stop crumbling the clod between your clumsy broken fingers

And wondering why your hands feel dirty!

The accumulation of partially decayed vegetation that depression has rotted your mind into needs some new seeds.

Let the heartbeat of new life reverberate in the peat they let devour you.

Plant flowers.

Forget the blood red thoughts that once arose in your weakened dreamlike state.

Get out of that bed you lie in and reach up to the sun like it isn't a giant burning ball of hell that holds the cloudless abyss you are too afraid to face!

Put on some shades, act cool! Don't let the heat dry you up anymore.

Feel every drop of rain that life can throw at you and let it run down your body, slide down the stem of your pain and soak into your soul so that when you go out again you will be ready to synthesize new methods of coping.

When you internalize those thoughts do it only so that you can take that experience and wear it like a jacket to protect yourself from any morning frost that might come your way. Be bold and don that coat like your body is in bloom and your brain is a receptacle of light and good times!

Let butterflies of wisdom land on your nose and spread there delicate wings of knowledge so that your fearful eyes will not overlook them. Breathe.

Then breathe again and let the air pass through your veins and fill you with the life you have been blessed with. Take that feeling and use it to fill your whole self with a renewed sense of purpose. Grow and change and be the man you want to be.

It can still be done.

Oh, and stop being such a hippy and comparing your feelings to flowers!