Here

My emotions are strong here. Stronger than they should be. Overwhelming actually. I can barely function sometimes.

The problem begins when I wake up. I still do not recognize this place as my dwelling, my home. It is too safe, too simple; therefore unrecognizable.

My home here is in my work. When i am busy, i am comfortable. When i am not, i become stagnant. I rot away at myself, chewing apart my desires and impulses. My missing spots hurt and ache and fester.

I begin to run. Through every part of my mind. I visit places i shouldn't, and tear into wounds that have scabbed over. I question if this is my minds way of reaching for creativity; the constant stretch. Here, we are asked to think deeper. This is my deeper. This dark place. A place filled with anger, frustration, and sadness.

But things will grow here; beautiful things. The ground is saturated with nutrients. It is my bodies secret garden, this painful place. And from my struggles, grow my strengths. It is who i am, way deep down. I am a pile of hurt.

Creative and lonely.