I write to take away this suffering
that builds up
after years over exposure
to the outside

I write to place myself
on the operating room table
dissect each fiber and
better understand what I'm
made up of

I write to tell the world
that I'm alive
that I'm not afraid to die
that I'm willing to try
to
make the most of this time
I spend traveling around this
spherical spaceship

filled with ice and fire
love and hate
tallest trees
and smallest microbes

I write to proudly say
I reject your hate
the suffering proposed
and the so called world
you know

I write to hear the sounds of
crashing waves
see the darkness in the deepest caves
feel the clouds that roll by

I write because I'm alive