This is wonderful.

Ink

^{My heart is a purple eggplant .
It sits deep and dark ,
Pulsating like a dream you can hold in your hand .
Smooth, warm, and whispering;
Look deep enough and you can see.
My blood is streaked with ribbons of lime and patchouli,
And the purest black ink.
And if you look even deeper;
When the sun hits me in just the right way . . .
I am completely transparent,
And devoid of all that is tangible and able to be contained;
For that moment.
Even if you can't hold me,
I can hold you.
A heartbeat later I am whole and solid,
My thoughts now opaque.
Already the memory is only wisps of song,
Kissing my ears and encircling my head..}

Smothered.

So many thoughts are whirling in my brain currently.
Emotions are overtaking my heart.
Everything feels like its slowly caving in once more,
and It's like I'm suffocating on carbon dioxide.
I don't know what to think about the people I love.
Nothing is working out,
and it feels like everything is just barely holding on.

I'm nauseated, but not only from my sickness.
This is terrible.