i would ask your forgiveness. if only i was sorry.
for disappointing you with my reply.
but destiny is the only Plan i have.
love. life. death. the rest is less certain. less specific.
i am she who only closes her eyes in surrender.
unable to tell whether it is the world or myself
giving or receiving the kiss. variations on (and
an expansion of) the main love we are taught to crave.
apart from the fossils and phantoms in these bones.
i am the heart. and the heart is a secret nihilist.
so fight it.
i am the sea, the boat and the dreams that fill my sails.
i am the voice calling you back and letting go.
i am a story. breathing. partly told through scars
decorating insides and edges. certain only of everything
undesired. but ravenous for more. so, please excuse me
as burning beneath these walls i stand. wide open.