What Remains

Fractured limbs
Bear witness to
The countless hours
Spent dreaming,
Swinging,
Tied to earth
And you.

What remains,
Eternal in my heart,
Grateful
For your silent witness
To childhood.

Hiding, beyond our small selves

Mania

Obsessiveness
Depression
The scars of a generation?
The trophies?
This burden to bare.
Work
a
Alch
a
…holic.
Everything a syndrome.
Running from ourselves.
The syndrome of human emotions,
existence,
life.
I wanna be
a
life
a
holic.
My scars,
the burden of
my experiences.
My scars,
brighter for the
love of friends,
struggles for truth.
My scars bright
BECAUSE of
the burden of
experience.
Living,
The scars of my generation.
Misunderstood.