you know im crazy right?

and not just a little bit off of center.

crazy like a mustang or a tornado

or the wildest rainstorm youve ever seen.

and i think im untamable,

most of the time..

but then i know

of those moments

where ive calmed

and rooted

and come to fruition

and sought out

evenness

from where it exists

and vowed in my soul

to stay there

forever.

if-

it was offered.

and then the storm winds came,

and i blew away

with pieces of me missing

and a hole in my heart

outdone only

by the wreckage of soil

beneath my small feet.

and here i lay,

sick,

with fertile fruit

but weakened heart,

ungotten,

unheld,

and left.

so lay i here,

alone.

while the storm grows,

and while i lose,

just a wee bit

more,

each day.