A conversation with them
What do I have? What do I know Who have I been? Where have I been? I’m doing this where it all started In the journal I stole from my uncle's yard back in 2021 Held in ideas that became nothingness or absolute gems Countless possibilities - how our story could have or should have gone Hurdles overcome, others too big to deal with. So we locked up, hid ourselves, chastised our being Why? It felt like we were in over our heads The hope and joy we once felt - in its own unique form morphed into paranoia Filling our thoughts with “what ifs”, reminiscing on where and when it all went south… things we should have done…. steps we should have taken Our embodiment murdered us At least he tried to And we don’t blame him We alter, we don’t compliment quick, sudden and drastic blessing or curse, I really don’t know but I loved them, did they me? I can’t say, I ’m not sure but it grew toxic We made it toxic We demanded to much in quick succession Mentally draining, we were THAT daunting feeli...