Cire

One man, alive.
If I may assert so much, I feel open wide,
heartbeats like echoes of this pulsing life,
radiating warmth through me and quieting my mind.
Keeping me afloat for a while as stability unwinds.
I've spent too much of my life angry about being angry,
sad because I'm sad.
This feedback loop tripped on and off like a big blaring lie,
I won't listen anymore, it's a waste of my time.