…us

…i always think about the versions of me-

running, hiding, dodging, and even blending impeccably well within this world, as do i-

i recognize that there are souls with unicorn sprinkles poured upon them daily- and i am happy for them-

i am-

but my soul feels the weight of the ones who long for the same pouring, while upon earth- …while upon earth…

and sleep hides from the weight of my thoughts, while sitting on the edge of my bed-

where are you?

i am here.

why are you hurting?

may the angels find you.

sometimes i feel so inhuman- and I can hear the voices of the earth chattering about me- over and over again.

she’s odd-

she’s too kind, it’s fake-

she’s weird- something’s off with her-

she’s annoying-

so my compassion simply wants to embrace the ones whose minds are infected by the flu like virus of depression too-

the ones with 2millionthoughts like me-

may the earth, the angels, the spirits of heaven, and God himself embrace us individually, all at once-

oh what a mighty embrace that would be- what a mighty mighty embrace-

wherever you are; i am with u-

stay.

kb