05/08/17// when there’s a light.

when there’s a light

hidden in the darkest corner

of your favourite room

but it’s surrounded by black

and you can’t quite make it

to pull the cord

or flip the switch

or make your way out of bed

all you can do

is put one toe

in front of another

because an entire foot

in front of anything

is going too far.

and even though you can’t (yet)

reach the cord/switch/ground

to make the change

you know it’s waiting

there for you to do something

to create your own change

in what you see

how you see it

if you see it

and you know it’s the fear

holding you back from

sitting with the reality

of the darkness

of the torture

that wouldn’t exist in the first place

if you weren’t you

if you weren’t creating it.

you are the only thing that is real

you are the only thing that exists
(subjectively)

you are the only thing that

is responsible for how you experience

it all.

Nothing Exists.