2/3/2017 About bringing some of myself out, with help from a friend.
These diamonds glimmer and glitter
catching all sorts of light,
though buried deeply in my mind.
...sparks of synapses bouncing off them...
How to dig them out?
A pick-axe like you,
sharp and to the point,
splitting me in two
any time I explore...
but, oh! the inspiration
which follows pain.
(...and this is what it is to feel again...)
So, here are your diamonds,
hard and beautiful,
indestructible and true.
Each one unique.
Though slightly blood-stained...
but, ah well, such is the price of art
and truth in beauty.