Blinking spaces ☆☆☆

But maybe 

Im these crammed blinking spaces

With christmas lights that never go into the basement

With windows and doors that are always open

And a taste of brew sweet from yeast and grain

I feel like i could fly, like instead of closing I could open

I feel myself glowing like that shimmering burn somewhere in my heart

Of wanting, needing, yearning

And for once feeling like i'm getting it

I am an animal, like all else

We are animals too scared to admit we are we are covered in scar tissue (afraid, too scared to cry for help)/afraid to ask for help

And sometimes when this heart feels dark and sticky, when it feels mould spreading in arteries, it has asked, it has begged, it has cried for stop, for love and hold 

for light and dark: for easy

for a fast surge of fire or a granade, abyss like a bliss: to end, to stop, to heal

So then I tell all the little beautifully coloured explosions inside of me, i tell all the metal and iron and salt and flowers 

I tell them all, (my children)

That these things are never ever easy

But I will try

I will learn to live softly