Boundless, bursting, fracturing the glass that keeps the
flicker within my body enclosed, and trusting the wind outside
to fan the flame bright. Splinter the headspace outwards,
rupture the inside and be reborn. I am my own companion and
assailant and stranger; the same sky we share, the same oxygen
inhaled.
To hold my own hand as I propel myself in an
unknown trajectory, and tell myself that that's okay. Whether
I reach the unseen crevices of the universe that may hold
horror or beauty, or I reach the stars and see the echoes of
every point in time reflected back at me, or I am tossed into
the sun to burn back into what I was before I was born; I will
gladly accept.
