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Where I stand

I know this is the end Because all I do is sit here and bleed the color of my pen, And the words of the depressed spill out and blacken the pages. This I know to be true. I know that great minds before me have been the same. That this personal, unwilling sacrifice inside my brain, Can cut open and release the spectrum, Of everything I know nothing about.

I know that my mind may be sad, but I know I am happy because of it. I know the whip of morose like I know rainy clouds. So on days like this I sit in the sea and my edges round out.

I know the rolling lulls I love to birth, the truth within a fable. I know the look of the enemy can look like God, and an author only needs the universe, a wand, and a table.

I know that when I fall, I will stomp my feet. But only to get the mud and muck off so I can lift my feet higher the next time.

And I know my mom's cooking isn't the best. In fact some of it may be the worst. But I also know that it fills my soul and my soul is full of sea glass and brown hair and reading glasses.

I know that my hands are cold, but my blood boils, and that truth doesn’t always find a way. But I know that the truest bliss on a stormy day, are the stories I believe-like once upon a time I will live ever after, and the happiness will come when I can stand in the rain and my head pokes out above the clouds to see a rainbow instead of being zapped by lightning below.

I know I was told by the worst chef in America that the best man on earth is the one who won’t let the water rise above his chest before starting to bail, who isn’t afraid to tell his story or his secrets, and most importantly, who better still love his mother even after his kids have kids of their own.

I know I could fabricate poetic, abstract metaphors. I know I can use words that would dry your fingers thumbing through the crisp thin pages of a dictionary that smells like the good kind of night and dust from stars. But I know that smaller words, better words, tangible things, real things-which I can write to invoke a truer feeling. Because nothing can mean anything like I Love You or Goodmorning or This is the Beginning. This is Where I Stand.