Fragile thing this heart of mine

Shattered windows, mind frayed thin

Crave serotonin 

(can peace be injected through a syringe?)

I think I’m falling off again

Saddling the weight of what I should do

Atlas shrugging, ‘You wish to lay in the grass

Braiding the sunlight to your face

Making the birds jealous of the dirt

Envying the earth that gets to carry your softest parts

Tracing your silhouette with reverent fingertips

Loving the space you lord

Listening to the music of your ribs as you breathe

Rushing over you a gurgling stream, your blood

Poetry your only companion in this blissful daze

Thoughts passing like clouds arching into heaven

Daydreams butterflying into the blue’

The hidden wilderness of my deepest desires yearns: 

‘I’d rather watch sunsets than write cover letters.’

I give into myself

and everything is better.