Thursday, June 30, 2016


Even if we can’t un-believe the thing, we’ll reach the point where we’re simply too weary to carry it anymore.

Dust clouds as we fall to knees; grit clings to unbroken tears the broken know.

Help, too tired to say out loud. Take it. I’m tired of feeling animal.

Cheek to ground, shut eyes, blood and dirt.

Goodbye to fight or flight, to the empty energy that fueled surprisingly¬†far. We couldn’t self-actualize our way to the place where we let it go.¬†We failed our way there, and then we fell.