i'm learning to compromise
synthesize
realize
that i am here today.
right now, in the present
i stay
mounted on a tightrope
a trapeze artist frozen solid
i am honest, now
with myself.

i find technique between the lines
of my confessions
typed up on plastic keys.

but who am i to judge?
spontaneous word vomit
and all that shit.
it's bliss.

relax & feel this.