Is it wrong that I became so accustomed
to chaos swirling around in my head that,
even years since,
I find myself overzealous to run outside
every time the sky opens its eyes
to cry on us?
Somehow running through its tears
gives me an exhilarating boost,
stirring my consciousness to the oceans of blood within.
I can stand motionless,
eyes fully closed,
listening to its white noise for hours,
and the world suddenly stills,
time halts,
and for a moment…
I am indestructible.