phoenixology

broken but loved
hurt but cared for
lost but embraced
now I know
a knife wont cure a wound

i need is to be perfect,
the last thing i need is to be right.
ask me about perfection
if you want to make me laugh all night.

the way you’d treat someone you love

done with doubt
done with fear
done with answers
done with insecurity
dome with self-destruction
done with hesitation

stretch the body, sleep and love
laugh until hopelessness wanders away
ask questions until nothing seems real
and the real appears

resolute ego, impervious and open
give and receive
the heart like a sieve
judgments and aspersions pass through
while touching moments remain
cleansed

being hurt is as cruel as hurting another
being damaged is as wrong as damaging another
this is not about guilt
it is about choice

it doesn’t really matter
unless you do,
and you do.

beauty in the darkness
does not imply the darkness is beautiful,
only that beauty can be found
no matter what the world becomes.

destruction and depression are seducers
comforters,
the price paid to avoid the emptiness beyond fear
but the emptiness is not empty
it is the bowl of your life waiting to be filled
with nectar

cellular mutation
being bored and/or chaste
petrification
mental torpor
self-abnegation

a romantic self-knowing extrovert?

am i really an extrovert underneath the layers
of calcified shit?

a catch-all for self improvement, confidence enhancement, mental health related goals…