poetry + art // diagnostic

It's not clear in my mind, a time when emotions didn't conquer my body,
harnessing the strength of a rising tide.
I've found comfort where others find misery. I've sought shelter in despair,
for it never failed to hold me together- maybe too tight
but the cracking of my bones is the least of my concern on the nights
when my lust for life threatens to fall faster than a house of cards.

I keep looking for flashing lights,
wanting to find them in someone's eyes, needing
a sparking desire that gives life to every dead story in my mind.
Maybe one day I'll commit to seeking ecstasy after
losing the fear of what I may find.

art @thelisabelle