I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.
Days I enjoy are days when nothing happens,
When I have no engagements written on my block,
When no one comes to disturb my inward peace,
When no one comes to take me away from myself
And turn me into a patchwork, a jig-saw puzzle,
A broken mirror that once gave a whole reflection,
Being so contrived that it takes too long a time
To get myself back to myself when they have gone.
How do you survive?
You just do.
There is no other choice,
no other viable options.
You throw yourself into it,
and make a mess along the way.
Gain a few too many scars,
break some things,
you find yourself with
a couple of friends
and a few precious tools.
You just have to.