The Truth Should Never Go Untold

As certain as I am that the snowflake I caught on my tongue was the prettiest of them all.

I’m a mockery of all things

And I can’t stop thinking-

Stemmed flow Channel overgrown Main run dry and reserves are too low.

It’s a preference more than an escape.

Thank god for the rib cage And it's lack of a key Without its help There'd be nothing inside of me. Hold it in.

I like to be challenged But no point trying to solve your puzzle When the pieces don't even fit.

Remember?

It’s been a dry summer A perfect season for fire. Light it up and let it burn. Make room for regrowth.

A safety net is too forgiving An acrobat should to be afraid to fall.

Or it's because I'm dying.

Although I guess I'm really good at losing. But now if lost too much There's nothing left to lose So I'm not good at anything anymore Maybe that's why I feel like shit

Loser

Losing everything