The listening hand keeps covering my ears- do you want to hear your own truth that isn’t blocked by heavy debris? To choose to listen to the strongest, most rooted, beautiful voice is maybe the best thing in my orbits capacity. Listening to whats succinctly drumming rhythmically, as if a sidekick to my heartbeat…only seems like beautiful sonnet. To accept myself exactly the way my natural state is, is accepting that changing it wouldn’t make myself better. The only tragedy isn’t listening to whats at the bottom of the abyss.