I consecrate this place to be a place of catharsis, a piece of myself. I am not a very good poet. I just have too much to express to be locked away and contained inside my anxious, exploding heart. This place is born from the ultimately selfish need to share my burdens with others, so that they may carry them as well, and, perhaps, find solace in the shared weight of our existence. I love life. I love it so much, so intensely, that I can't stand it sometimes. Sometimes I want to quit. Sometimes I want to reflect upon it. Sometimes the only thing that grounds me and gives me an edge to hold on to is the delicate process of putting feelings and thoughts into words. Self-expression is the essence of my existence. I can't apologize for hurting because I know everyone hurts and I have no way of knowing if my pain will act as a dagger or a caress upon your own. But either way, my chest lays open like a wound and this vulnerability is the weapon I chose. I am not taking your hand as you read me. You are taking mine. And for that, I thank you. I appreciate the company. I hope you do, as well. And if, in the end, my sadness takes over you, tell me about it. I want to know your stories, as well.
Come float with me in this melancholic sea.
We might curl up and understand each other better.
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