I am not— I am being, the bridge of my own thorns that saves me from the abyss, the lukewarm water of the condemned which I sip alone, thirsting. I am not— I am being, the path of roses and embers I forge with every step, the handhold I release just to feel myself existing. I am not— I am being all the pain and all the love, all the joy and all the sorrow, all the feeling and the creating, all of it… I am not— I am being. I am not— I am being, the bridge of my own thorns that saves me from the abyss, the lukewarm water of the condemned which I sip alone, thirsting. I am not— I am being, the path of roses and embers I forge with every step, the handhold I release just to feel myself existing. I am not— I am being all the pain and all the love, all the joy and all the sorrow, all the feeling and the creating, all of it… I am not— I am being.
