Romanticization is such a dangerous concept
transforming the most mundane and painful into formative blossoms that bloom,
overtaking gardens swelling with disregarded, overarching weeds digging desperately as thorns prick gloved hands half-heartedly pruning away
Suddenly a silver-lining appears on the horizon, color returning to the colorless entropy
One more weed, another scratch and shallow scar until the breaking point is reached
Adding with the trickles of pear-shaped blood and tears a singular thought consuming the garden, consuming all
Let the body be consumed by thorn vines snagging flesh and slowing the path ahead
As suns and stars glisten in the sky, let the body fall backwards in abandonment for something more
Just let it happen
Let it overtake you like rain water nourishing cracked Earth and seeping into soil
Become one and let it consume all in the inevitable return to nothingness.
Abandon all hope.
Author’s Words for Thought
“It’s often difficult for those who are lucky enough to have never experienced what true depression is to imagine a life of complete hopelessness, emptiness and fear.” -Susan Schutz