here’s a silly poem I wrote abt spring and learning how to cope w mental illness and life and shit
The chaotic neutral of a spring storm blows through my window
And it feels like the first breath i’ve taken maybe this year maybe ever
Maybe just like this
The scrape on my knee from rollerblading feels like the world’s goriest award.
I’m doing it! I’m doing it! Look at me gasping for air and trying not to fall in the best way ever!
The places that once were hellscapes are clearing and I can exist more presently in them
Remove some layers of protection
Take deep humid warm breaths that don’t feel like drowning
Maybe my life isn’t such a mess
I listen less and less to the hellphone through my fear-buds
I listened to a new song by my favourite band and I felt good
Soon it’ll be summer
Warm enough to go swimming
I was always good at treading water