as i sit here at 3am
looking at
the lives
the work
and
the stories
of people across the globe
i cannot help but dread
elements of my own
reality
that approach as
tomorrow calls

is it so strange
to feel
comfort
studying the lives of others?

no

interesting how
a body can sometimes
function
to the best of its
ability
with the help
and guidance of
medication

and i am
forever grateful
for my body's
response
as i patiently wait
until my body is
guided back
to its
natural state

walking home
through the autumn leaves
discarded
i can't help but feel
they represent
all the thoughts
all the feelings
all the emotions
i have ever felt
that have been cast aside
forced aside
discarded

flotsam and jetsam collecting on the shore:
the sea's way of continually
clearing
unwanted clutter and
unnecessary chaos

because just as the sea clears its body,
i clean my room:
cleansing my mind
and
my soul

these past few nights and days
have slipped into one
continuous cycle:
destructive and vicious,
driven by an unnatural force
the solution is a voice
but the power to make the voice vocal
is another matter.

blurred vision
entertains the notion
that
nothing is clear or defined
in this world

a disheartening thought
but at the same time
comforting