I went to the kitchen
hot milk and yeast
to calm me
I climbed up
out of the pit
to get here
giving up
confused
giving up what I know
looking for the ****
of consolation
and safe harbor
I came here
to make sense
of the confusion
my tears coming
from a place new
strange uncharted
Twain is here
maybe Plath
not my Path
searching for
the Sage in me
Is she here?
you tell me
I kid you not there was no salvation but this site. I will buy suns to shine on everyone