Polarity

Realism. An unrealistic concept.

What makes the majority comfortable

Oppresses my untamed thoughts.

Supress. Supress.

As they talk about a carefully curated impurity.

Will there be a freedom in telling my truth?

To let the wind blow on it. Let the rain pour in it.

No band aid needed. . . just openly exposed.

My thoughts have lungs. They need air and oxygen.

Not the suffocating pressure of the avoidance of truth.

Where rocks stack and hide and darken it over time.

The looming mountain that pretense builds.

That’s the heavy.

Instead, let

gravity

touch

my

body

but leave my soul. 

Let it be the force that keeps my feet on the ground

Not the weight that stops my mind

from  e x p a n d i n g  past the static that people cling to.

There would be less falling -

If we realized our thoughts do not adhere

to the same laws of physics.