As the sun rose
The darkness slithered abroad
Aspiration claims it’s lawful residence within,
Jouissance comes out to entertain
Snigger echoed in the sweet gust
As the cyclone whispered
You are free , free of burdens carried
Far too long
Free from sadness that startled your soul
Grasp now the light I sent your way
feel it from within
shine bright like the stars
from this day on

I have a parasite.
It's called perfectionism
It causes me to have overwhelming brain spasms
When you ask me to do something out of my
"comfort zone"
If I try to do it, I have to battle against the parasite.
It says things like:
"This is too hard."
"Give up, it's easier."
"You don't care about this!"
I'm practicing self-soothing methods,
Ways to drown out the little parasite's
Nagging voice.
It is difficult.
It is hard.
But I am stronger, I am the host.

the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r

I despise myself for not being someone you could love.