The chains of my habit I’ve forged with love
Have been frozen in feet of snow and broken.
Change drives us all, but why does it have to drive now?
It’s hard again to tell the excuses in my head from my thinking voice,
But both nod in agreement after an 8am emergence from the corners of
“You did what??”
To calmly sit down, juxtapose a thousand,
And calmly return to bed. (It didn’t send.)
You can’t get hurt in the avatar state- you’re either master of the elements or dead, no in between.
And I’ve been seeing my weaknesses exposed to too many.
I’ve estranged sleep, like the friends I lost and loved.
My weathered body has perforated itself
Into the shapes of the things I want to create.
My flesh will not become catalyst.
The focal point on my pinky remains the same after the weekend’s wear
My hair hides humiliation under its treetop canopy,
I pray for birds of paradise to visit this troubled biome dome
And sing their replenishing song under the covers of my sunstruck mattress,
Hopefully taking their shit far away from my locks,
But nobody’s perfect.
I will decide to stay dormant and hibernate,
Let the problems I fear alone,
I’m asleep so I’m healing.
Logic wins over feeling.