Unfevered reverie
I was born with a brain
And I was told I had no heart
And for many years my brain helped me to not face the world I was living in
And now, in-between this world and another, as I look at the adorable disfigured face on the pen that I was eating… as I look at my pen, I have lost my train of thoughts… I am alive again… I hope not alone forever… I would rather not be… yet I love the world or at least the few inches surrounding me right now, this little island.
And that might be a start, that might not even be a start, that might be nothing and that might be everything. It is something.
And I feel the fireworks popping inside of me as I write… as I ease my mind…