Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Sometimes forgiveness is swallowing a match,
swallowing ten.
Your veins ignite like gasoline-soaked wood
(are your doubts the gasoline or your convictions?)
(does it matter?)
.
Sometimes it’s a bit like suffocating,
Water rushing in through your nose and you’re
Drowning
(are your memories the water or your dreams?)
(does it matter?)
.
—y.c.