I find myself
In such a strange state
Of existence.
My thoughts
Are in a place
They did not expect to go.
Conflictions
Scattered thoughts.
Emotional tundras
Followed by a blast
Of thunderstorms.
Rain clouds so dense
They pound the
Dryness of my being
To a point
Where I find myself
Drowning.
This barren land
Was not prepared
For this onslaught
Of specifity
Of feelings.
Of touch
And as the ground
Lays covered
By the floodwaters
Of inputs
I am fearful
That I will not see
The land mines
That lay hidden beneath.
My greatest fear
Is of this explosion
That is inevitable.
And yet.
Maybe
I look forward to it too.
Disjoint Wisdom 