Crystal

“This is the hour I hide everything
Behind my eyes
To see if you can see
All the trouble my brain's been brewing.

Yes, I feel I am the worst and you are the best
And yet, and yet,
Nothing bad unfolds as we sit,
Young and nervous,
Alive and bursting,
With futures that may not entwine.
Who am I?
Who am I to sabotage what may be too small
For even chaos to notice
And disassemble?”
― Evan Roskos, Dr. Bird's Advice for Sad Poets