I see a world
where goldfinches sing
in their raspy voice
where around us
the sea churned
where we celebrate
endless life choices
where our future is bright
so bright
that it creeps into our time of shuteye
it is not a sin
to seek help a little
to steal from the angel’s share a little
to waste our life a little
until we forget about the pain under our left rib cage
until we feel sexy again
until the world becomes beautiful again
until we can get out of bed
to get blinded by sunshine again
but
there are many days
we are willingly devoured by darkness
and the self-righteous feeling of sadness