I know you know that it is an arduous task, I know that you know its like that and not always simple or easy to love me. Do you know that most days my chest cavity is brimming, a field full of white tulips and land mines. There is no manual, margin, recipe or compass that will sustain you, or help that you can call upon. Accept what you see and not what you wish to see. Or don’t. My body doesn’t come with instructions, I know this cannot be easy, and sometimes, most times I drown within my own existence, and I don’t even know what to do with it.
I would like to punch them all in the brain.
Why? I cant even float, give an answer, explain. A gag reflex to life.