I have imagined a moment, in which I come to dumbfound myself
You see,
I have never been surprised by my ability to patronise
to self-loathe, to dictate, yet also, heavily satisfy,
the advice seekers, dream weavers – my friends scattered around me.

-yet I am not seen by them, nor understood, not really.

We all wish to be perceived, to be viewed, to be read.
To be seen directly through, no confessions to be said.
To be held by one’s words, kind and forgiving.
To be told this darkness isn’t fixed, it’s only lingering.

But it is not always so simple.

I am...