Better term

For the lack of a better….

I feel so…. ‘Crazy’ being ‘here’…. Only she walks in- weaving betwixt paths of understanding, and concession….brushing back bramble and thorns that will otherwise eventually lodge into the vulnerable pieces of me between my flesh and wires….

A friend and fellow traveler- weary and dust ridden. Covered in the ashes of those who didn’t survive the playgrounds of empathy and correlation.  

Cloth to my jugular… she prevents me from bleeding out… whilst the others finger paint with fecal matter and sing songs in tongues of loneliness and desperation. 

On 2 sides of fence we sit….. acknowledging that I don’t belong here…. Yet admitting I fit in so perfectly….delicately. 

Broken-
Not jaded…
Loved-
Not hated….
Consistently resistant 
to the morbidly inconsistent; 

Persistently resilient however-
but with knees strapped to the bloody and tattered canvas….
Shackled to a heart that wants to settle- 
But runs away.