To fall is to              y
                    l
f  

To live is to
                 d
                             i
                                      e

But to fail is quite folly
For have you even tried?

There are numbers
that add up to
the madness that is
my heart.

They subtract fuel from my being
and divide me
from my goals.

Hashtag Madness.
Hashtag Maniac.
Hashtag Morbid.

Perhaps a hashtag
is really just a buffer.

I'm alright.
quick breath
Really, I'm all good.
quicker breath
I am fine, right...?
quickest breath

I'm a ****.
shoulders hunch
I'm a leech.
thoughts bunch
I'm a child.
head crunch

I'm so tired.
slow breath
I need sleep, a life, friends.
slower breath
I'm alright.
*quick breath

It isn't so much the realization as it is the process.
The life blood that contributes to it, the feelings that emanate from every wavelength of it.
It's the doubts and concerns and hopes that line the path with light or darkness, all the pathfinder's choosing.
It's the way.

The fluttering purple bejeweled wings
Spanned in diamonds from ogre's rings
Make her heart and her mind start to sing
When his presence is felt in a room

Give my heart a flaming rest, set down from up on this pedestal
And away from this oaken throne

Let it drift away on the undulating waves of insanity
And fade into the fogs of memory

Mark it with your own decided determination
And withhold your silken vocal strands from uttering a word towards mine

For who can forget what was never there
And who can regret what was always fair?

Take a breath, curl your toes
over the edge of some unknown.
Recognize how high you feel
only to look down and find
just how small your worries are
compared to this.
This.
The edge of something beyond
any warm-blooded imagination.
Let go, it says.
Let your hair tangle
in the spokes of the universe.
Let it sound and bend the notes
of this journey.
Let it write the music for a song
you'll welcome to stay stuck
in that wonderful little head of yours.
Let it sing.