I'm sitting in the dark, in a corner with my phone on the charger in the back of the church I go to.
I'm not just sitting here though.
I'm thinking.
That's what I've been doing recently, thinking.I haven't been able to recently.
That's cause I was scared to, still am.I'm allowing myself to get over it though, so it'll be ok. I'll be dammed if I can't get through whatever this is.
That's why I'm thinking, I think so I can be.
I can't be if I can't think.A human without a brain isn't much of a human is it? Or is it still a human just one without the privilege of humanity?
That's way too complex to get into it.
That's why I'll keep it simple.I feel like I got bit by a spider.
Instead of turning into Spider-Man I've been in this weird delirious state of "understanding" that im only just now reaching.I'll admit I'm not proud of the things I've done, and I wish I got here a lot sooner (sometimes I wish I didn't get here at all) but I'm proud of myself for at least getting here.
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Poems For The Soul & Thoughts For The Mind
PoetryA trip in to my mind, filled with poetry and odd thoughts. By the way some of things I think may be kind of out landish, just warning you. Also a lot of what I write is depressing. *potential trigger warning*