From everything I can gather
From what I've learned
From relationships
The bless of luck
The knot in your chest
You named covet
From the wheel
Turning fully
Brushing the bottom with your feet
Just when you think the ride is over
Love appears in the horizon
With the sun on it's back
Screaming lord have mercy
Because the worst thing in the world
To wish on anybody, essentially,
is trauma.
You don't have the privilege of carrying it,
Much less holding...
It wears you.
Like that purple long sleeve
You somehow never managed to lose
Through all your years wandering.
The worst action in the world is stagnation,
And from this I know hate means that you wish
Somebody or something never gets past that obstacle, that fear, breaking through that path to the next moment of what it means to be alive.
I don't need to hate you,
Stuck is what you have been
And it's where you are.
And I mutually write this
In its dysfunction,
Naked at no one
Staring out the blinds