There I said it. I hate today. I hate the bird, its chirp and the worm he got for being early. I hate the clouds, and how they remind me of how I am not able to fly free. I'm bound by responsibility. I hate the grass and its many hands praising the sun. Slowly praising God in the wind. I hate feeling. I hate having an itch in your soul that you can't scratch. Fuck these corporeal reactions for inanimate thoughts. Emotions are the ghosts that haunt my sleep. The phantasm that orchestrates my insomnia. The whispers of insecurity screams through my pores. Anxiety skips its finger along my neck and laughs when I look. "Made you look" it yells. With clarity a rarity I chant affirmations like theyre psalms. A rosary of sticky notes all over my mirror. Father God bind this thought in the name of Love and Security. Wrap it with kisses of Madea. Help me summon memories of when mama used hang my paintings on the refridgerator. Amen.
