I am glad you hold up. I am glad that you pull together the chipped pieces that remain, that you fooled yourself into believing could be glued. I am glad you still willingly resort to the grounds that others believe we are far past.
All it takes are the tremors of the storms long gone for you to rattle incessantly in that narrow cage of yours, but you still refuse to simply inherit a name of a sunken corpse. You refuse, you belive, at times you refuse to believe, but more so than not you believe not to refuse those shimmers of light that get spilled on your way.
So, thank you for all that will remain unsaid but nonetheless felt.
To the brain with the brauns, to the trembling mines within the mind….