i collect my myriad thoughts at midnight and stash them in my left pocket.
i am an organized catastrophe in the hours that i lay awake with my eyes open. my mind swirls and ideas beam nonchalantly as if internal destruction is a very shallow thing. i may have felt every bit of sentiment in this confusing carousel ride that we call “life”, but i am not naïve; i am positively aware that i can redeem my way up again and effortlessly lead my strangled self in a maze that i know i can pass through.
i always thought that i was a puppet of my own maelstrom of emotions. i can hardly believe that i am still surviving despite it all. i see turbulent pathways of incandesence– that’s where i’m headed. i’m going to shine so bright that the sun will take a step back to personally greet me. i have dreams that are buried beneath the molecular composition of stars. i can do this, i have to do this, i will do this.
there’s no point in making an explosion that the world can witness, only to refuse lighting the sparks in the middle of the spectacle.
(seize it. every moment of your life is yours.)