• one more cup of coffee •

• tumult •

i can't say i
comprehend
the tumultuous waves
we've somehow been
ensnared in ;
must be the stars, my dear
those stars and
their mad whims
i am oh so tired
of us simply being puppets
yanked into action
playing out the lucid fantasies
dramatic stage productions
of those sinister stars
that halo us.
slaves, that's what we are
to the stars
to the monsters in our heads
to the decaying skeletons
that hang limply
in our closets
to the rough words
that pelt us
from every angle ;
god, how has it even come this far?
nothing short of a miracle,
i suppose.
fear clenches my heart
every day
but
i choose to believe that
if we've made it to here, we can make it to there.