What it’s like to be
It’s always feeling the bones in your body shiver
It’s a heart that is loudly singing and beating
It’s all inside you shattering and splitting.
It’s a universe that recognizes you and forgets you.
It’s all you beneath the layers like being buried alive.
It’s murderous the way we’ve killed a part of ourselves within 3 months or in a year.
It’s being unrecognizable in the mirror.
It’s always mourning what happened and what has not.
It’s when you look at a photo of yourself and wonder where that person went.
If you go on digging around your soul you might find your way again, but you may also waste your time trying to piece together someone who may not exist anymore just particles of dust.
It’s still ethereal the way you cling to yourself when you are lost.
It’s losing yourself in order to find yourself and that’s exactly how it’s meant to be.
