Do you wonder if people think the same unspeakable things that you do? I do. Both wonder and also probably think them. Maybe not exactly but I think we all think thoughts of a horrifying nature – the ones so bad you keep them tucked away, demonizing yourself because how could you think that, it’s not who you are. The thing about imaginative creatures is they can’t help but imagine and if the world around them reflects back horror, horror shines through and becomes us. The worse it gets, the stronger the insistence that we do not voice out experience. An inability to accept that someone out there might be able to set down their judgment and empathize. Sometimes we have an inability to set down our judgment and empathize. Consider it validation of the cycle. Do you ever wonder if maybe you felt like you were allowed to speak the unspeakable, it would stop coming back to haunt you? I do.
Window Diver
Sometimes I want to die
But I don’t really want to die
I just want to die in this way
Standing at the highest window
Picture jumping out, crash landing
Watching from where I stand
Wondering what it feels like to go over
Cross the line, escaping time
Small giggles in the background
infiltrating my mind
the reason I don’t want to jump
but I still want to know
What does it feel like?
Where do you go?
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 