words became bond and wrapped solid around my craze

[erictron]

last night

I was brave

this morning, i allowed me to see myself with kinder eyes

I am doing well, the cotton in my throat reassures me

without this, the flesh of invulnerability hiding my misgivings. I was honest in my words, as that

revealed the saddest parts of my effort
as human

mundane
lonely

alone

i am committed to being an island
trying not to fall in love with any potential dream larger than these small bits of cartilage can sustain

banal, boring and blatantly besotted with the curve of gut attached to clarity, i sat frightened in a nondescript chair promised my shoulders

to regret nothing but my own intention

I will allow my body only what I consciously choose

this is what I have a duty to do. fall in love with myself
before I let another motherfucker touch me

to glow brilliant on the inside, to be sure to know this human measure as an entire dominion over my mortality. it doesn't.

I will not die compliant, belief broken and hollow

I have been thrown out of love too many times for any whispered word to be magical

twinkles and twilight are illusions.