i was without rest or reason or hope or anchor and when i reached, my fingertips couldn't feel could hardly touch forget grasping on to anything i was a raincloud, heavy and aching to spill but i had sunlight under my skull and it made my brain burn and the light poured through the cracks
it felt only right to hammer away to just let my mind float like it needed to to be bright or be like a flood like something shattered, slammed hard again and again against a wall, something broken over and over and over and over like a piggy bank hoping it's worth it hoping it isn't just hollow inside