No moment

I am skin on scrap metal and thinking about being something sheer over something sharp.

I become suddenly willing to rip myself apart for freedom one more time. One more time, different than the other times, the last time.

I am in deep love with the moment there is nothing left to be afraid of- bold and stupid.

I am at the mercy of a million feelings that defy each other, I am their will to fight. I am the insatiable agnosticism that keeps going.

On a thunderstorm during a new moon I remembered how I find things that are full of life to be beautiful because it's the only survival mechanism I won't live to regret.