i'd like to say to find myself,
but that sounds so cliche.
truth is, i know where i am;
i know who i am--
i know far too well
who i am. i just....
i know there's something more
a piece of me--of who i should be--
buried deep within me
longing to taste the fresh air.
in the hopes of unearthing her.
i write to purge myself
of this irrational brain,
which is intent upon suffocating me.
i long to destroy the poison
seething through my veins.
maybe if i can get them all out--
exorcise these evils from my mind--
i might find her hiding beneath the rubble.
so i can breathe.
translation: hhuufffffff = an intake and expelling of breath.