Comfort in the Chaos

I need help.

I pull back my hair. Tame my locks.

I put on my mask for the lovers.

For the Customers

For everyone.

Anyone.

I’m struggling behind these eyes, Below these lashes.

I’m drowning in my own mouth.Sinking in my own skin.

Desperately clutching at anything that looks as if it might float:

Illegal substances

Old Lovers

Best Friends

Books

New Lovers

And we’re all sinking.

All drowning.

All floundering about this ******* life.

Blind.

Deaf.

Bland.

Caged.

Let’s all let go. Let’s all run.

Let’s all get California eyes and sit on beaches.

Let’s all hold hands and sprint.

Let’s go to a place that doesn’t sleep.

Let’s let go. Let’s Be free.

If I take a step, you’ll take two,

Right?

And two will turn to two thousand, two million.

And we’ll run. We’ll Laugh. We’ll Live. We’ll Die. We’ll Sing. We’ll fall silent.

We’ll Relish in the contrast

We’ll find comfort in the chaos.

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