I am standing at the brink of insanity
yet you ask me to lean a little more
will you catch me if I fall?
or let me break into a thousand pieces?
I do not know which is better
to have my prayers answered
or have my existence shattered
One is a consolation
and the other is a birthing
consolations are hollow, meaningless
its the birthing that holds
both pain and joy in its essence.