emotions to the tenth
dear moon. you had me caught in between a haze of bitterness and rage, self mutulation at its finest. cutting myself with negative emotion, in the symbolic sense [i am afraid of any sort of incision] - dear moon, you had my mind wandering in circles, dizzy like, repetitive like, glued to an opinion and a closed mind. stomach in knots, teeth grinding inward and eyes bloodshot from impulsive combustion. i needed to remember your glorious nature, the mystery and seize the moment yet i chose to selfishly ignore your beauty and focus on the dwelling. pitter pattering feet, running running, stuck. quick sand, falling, victim like, never putting up a fight, simply allowing myself to dissapear within this, intensified moment of the magical new moon, forgetting to breathe.
& for this, i apologize.