Synapse in Algebra

Synapse in Algebra

A Poem by scarlynn

I mean, 
How can being alive ever not matter
how can it not matter
you're breathing
and your breath is 
growing trees, growing
hydrangeas - 
they're your favourite flower.
He knows to get them for you.
How can that not matter?
I am all I have

© 2015 scarlynn


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Added on September 19, 2015
Last Updated on September 19, 2015
Tags: love, life, death, dying, suicide, sad, depression, anxiety, PTSD, positivity, aging, truth, lies, therapy, medication

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scarlynn
scarlynn

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