No matter the agony that comes with exposure,
To have you no longer whirling inside,
It's all worth the investment.
As if to reverberate for the sake of lucidity.
I must see my own thoughts,
Here before me,
An assurance that I can ground myself.
More an elaborate attempt at conversing with ones self.
You are my mirror,
Into a world founded on my fingers yearning,
To let you know.
My words will outlast me.
While my body nourishes the earth for a time,
What you read here can nourish the mind for an eternity.