Give me the mountains in all their regality, and the moon in
its mystery, and the stars that nudge me ever forward into the void. Give me
tattooed skin and wild hair, a blood stained wall in my inner sanctuary. Give
me vodka sodas, give me Camel Whites, give me something to hold in my hands as
I die to myself. Give me lawlessness, and give me liberty, and please, for the
love of God, give me hope that the roof will someday pop off this dusty house.
Give me a beacon of insanity in a world gone grey.
Give me back my light, and give me all your love, and give
me all the bravery that one small body can hold inside. Give me cowardice and
fear and avarice. Give me vices, give me virtues, give me my humanity. Give me
sunshine to nurture, rain to ponder, and snow to seethe inwardly, that I may
remember it’s not all roses. Give me roses. Give me thorns. Give me practical
gardening tools.
Hold me close to your center. Love me and nourish me and
make it all too complicated to comprehend. Allow me to sit here on my fence.
Allow me to sit here in my head. Allow me to be seated in awe of you, my
teacher.
Give me all of it. Everything that’s meant for me. I’m ready
now.
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