Here I Am And There Is My

There Is An Objective Reality In Which My Body And Mind Are One. But I Am Not Here And Never Have Been.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

I Feel Like I’m Eighty Years Old. I’m Tired Of Life And My Mind Wants To Die.

You’ll Be All Right. You’re Strong. I Know You’ll Be Okay Because I Like You And You Can’t Like Someone Who Doesn’t Like Themself. The People I Fear For Are The Ones Who I Don’t Like Because They Hate Themselves So Much They Won’t Let Anyone Else Like Them Either. But I Do Like You. I’ll Miss You. And I Know You’ll Be Okay.

Here I Am And There Is My Body Dancing On Glass.