We say dramatic like it’s a bad thing. I believe that drama has its place, as does everything. Please don’t pull drama from outside of our current situation, our present state, in hopes of making things a bit more exciting. Tune in, become present, and lean into your own dramatic reaction. Sometimes drama is nothing more than feeling intensely and letting it out.
I have dramatically scrubbed demons from my bathroom, closets. When I’m happy, you might find me dancing in the woods so sure I’m a fucking tree, drama. If I’m sitting in a dark room, consider the possibility that my level of putting on a show, for myself, right now means that I am absolutely positive that I’m light enough to illuminate the darkness and I’m just putting it to the test. When I’m falling apart I get this urge, a calling, to walk amongst what used to be. Sometimes, more than just the beauty, my drama finds comfort in knowing that if people could leave so much behind and move on, maybe I can too.
Decay
I walk through cemeteries, abandoned buildings
there’s something beautiful, ineffable
about falling apart, changing
finality, putting the past to rest
sometimes I feel at home
amongst the wreckage, rubble
windows smashed out, freeing
ceiling falling in, limitless
fans wilting, unbecoming
more one than ever alone
there’s a lingering presence, energy
remnants of life, stories
names that live on, for someone
when I feel them, home
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 