If it was fire, I would be burned across my liver.
If it was water, I would be floating belly-up one hundred miles down stream.
If it was a daydream, I would have plummeted from the heaven’s and crushed by heavy streets below.
I’ve always known the thick romance of being lost, deep in black brain jungles, where tigers eat tigers to build their own stripes.
My birth brought it. It was my placenta. We were strong together and now I am separated from eternity.
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
It is easy to get lost in inner space, such a world we create.
yes.
not an alcoholic or substance abuser…but oh how this expresses the struggle with dysphoria so very well
thank you…for persisting enough to write this. it comforts me, oddly enough
charissa