I fell in love again 
With words
My failures
This body I posses
The passion of Picasso 
And the insanity that was Van Gogh. 
I felt the music again 
Only to fall back into despair 
But not as constant as it once was 
There were countless days where I imagined a world without myself, this wasn't anything new yet it felt more real...more intense than before.  All around me the hurt felt as if it was too much to bare. 
I gazed to the moon and I found an ounce of hope and that was all I needed. 
I found myself back where I started
Painting, running, Singing along to lost sounds. 
I felt a little younger which is funny because I had only grown, in fact 24 is a year I thought I'd never see. 
Here's to August
Here's to healing. 🍻