Opulence

My mind carves rancorous ravines into crooked emotion throughout the days of darkness

This forest is desolate

Barren

Lifeless

For all of fires fury has brought ash to this previously vivid jungle

Now we tumble as cyclical thoughts spin cyclones of knots and postpone what aught to be done

Which is learning to love this beast

Not run

Acknowledge this aspect of your self

It is blistering negative pus-filled agonies

It is razor blades cutting through emerald foundations

It is

Opulence

But run amuck it starts to produce panic instead of plentitude

In this certain fuckedupedness there is a force that permeates all of these moments

And to accept that

Brings the greatest treasure

Truth

And bliss

For life isn't about escaping this pain

But simply stating

"yes. I agree"