some days it feels like a curse to feel at all. because I cry in nuclear code and in super sonic mode. my anger could wilt a flower and I laugh in technicolor. I am always in the eye of a hurricane, fending off the winds that spin lies in my head, that feeling so strongly is wrong and the songs my heart sings just sound weak. but I’ll thank myself for having the strength to sit in the mire of grief with you, if you need me to. I’ve learned to see in the dark, so I’ll hold your hand as we trudge through the hot sands of uncertainty, and I’ll row the boat if you can’t float through the sea of your own tears. I’ll fight off the thoughts that tell you to fear your own heart, and I’ll tether you to me - and together we’ll find that spark so that you, too, can see in the dark.