Michelle Seabreeze

I am chaos
A wild open door
Filled with crooked shadows
and inconspicuous miracles.
Like a jumbled collaboration
between here and there
And everyone involved
I am abandon
And I am aware
that I am doing too many things
that feel like
Running in the rain
|on a warm day
or conversely
like carrying fire in the wind
when there's gasoline in my veins
Whilst I silently argue with myself
about what could have been possible
If time wasn't everything
And the end never existed