My decomposing soul

My life looks like a double edge blade. I am a student. But I am an organism. my mind anchors on my mother, this tree, my friend, the trash can when I’m walking to class to begin my day or when strangers pass by me that I have yet to learn to be with. Yet I can ease into my suffering like a scolding hot tub that boils me pink like a crab. And soon the water feels the hotness of being out in the steaming springs, as the snow falls in my hair. My heart jumps and it’s hard to breathe and so I must sit on the ledge and put my feet in water. Because so, if I was to breathe out completely I would relax until my tissue splits and I decompose into the soil. But as I breathe in I’m reminded of my life. gods bell rings and he shows me the path. And I use my blade to ease again into my suffering. my ego does not die but it sounds like the echos of water in a pool. like I’m in the wilderness, my ego slips off of me, because I am so far away from Zach, my body has no choice to submit to nature. I catch myself making a fire to ease my freezing fingers. And so the warmth of my heart can nourish the warmth of my body by making a cup off hot chocolate…