I lie in tangled sheets of doubt some nights
I question my own presence
Asking all these questions like
How did I even get here?
Often, I feel outside of my body
Is anything real at all?
Then, I see something as simple as the moon
And it’s light in the sky
I remember how the smallest things could make me feel alive,
And I still do feel that way sometimes
I have moments of passion and clarity, holiness, magic
I smile more and cry less
Even if only for a moment
But I realize I’m still there
Something is there
Maybe more hidden magic,
And maybe things aren’t so tragic
And there’s some kind of refuge
Because maybe I’m the revolution that all those hearts refused💚
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