The transverse between happiness and misery.

Having attained the height of one and not quite the other.

And once the former has left me, the latter builds and builds.

Like brick and mortar

And ocean to shore

And foot to pavement.

That dream of falling is just a dream,

I don’t have it anymore.

That nightmare of being alone doesn’t haunt me any longer.

Unraveled are the ribbons of pain and neglect,

New skin, new face, new life.

A light burning to its greatest capacity

Through one side of your skull and outside the other.

Fractured by the bullet of my positivity

You’re lost.

Floating endlessly in a

space you’ve made.