Will Be Processed and Shipped

Fear.

This is not a bleeding scratch in my lung anymore.

I’ve lost my fear of hating

and be hated;

Love

and being loved.

I do not fear the cessation of my breathing.

“Love is as strong as death,” you see – 

sometimes you have to die until 

you can finally start to live.

Enlightenment.

All the wonders of the world have gushed into my brain.

Via thoughts, God, conveyor belt;

and I have seen that there are no answers.

There are

no answers.

[Nothing is in black and white]

THIS was my marvelous enlightenment…

my premonition.

Here

I calmly inhale my rationality.

I am not crying or screaming…

I am not becoming insensitive or callused.

My heart is not hardening because of you.

It’s throbbing, sweetheart.

For the first since I’ve smirked,

I can sense it.

Now my pulse is setting my life’s tempo.

Because the “truth shall set you free.”

Do not voice your one-dimensional apologies.

You have saved me from myself – everything I was

protecting myself from;

the unnamed uncertainties of my own reasoning.

You’ve laughed at my fortification,

(the sheer white curtains are burning)

punched me in my retinas,

and gauged my brain in a repetitive fashion.

Don’t you understand?

My limbic system is failing.

You’ve blinded me – 

and I am not afraid to look now.

I am not afraid to look now.

(I don’t know how to thank you enough.)