10-7-2024
There are those of us that feel the pain of the swords from the day we take our first breath and there are those of us that tread the edge with a rose colored shade over every incling that it will push through
but I hope for all of us that the knife will break through the skin i hope for all of us the unbearable pain of the surgeons knife: art is how the world enters the soul pain is how the world enters the body, so let our blood and water flow and our beings be sculpured by hammer and nails
that as they pierce my skin I think:
God forgive my loves for they know not what they do;
God knows if I'm good enough they'll forgive the way I am;
God, I forgive you, you don't know what you're doing
i'll trade it all for just one more day of knowing i'll trade all sense of sense i'll trade all sense of sanity i'll trade all fair skin and soft days for one more day of knowing me of knowing what the world feels like when it goes past a car window and when it eats it's way into the soul when my legs stomp on the ground a thousand swords, i'm here, i'm ready, oh my world i'll eat you whole, if just this body feels
Why are you so afraid of a house you were meant to live in?
The only way to die ready is letting the world in now and not later