An avantgarde feeling,

Like honeycombs,

Too much of it sours the mind.

I’m thankful for the people in my life,

Despite the pain I cause.

I’m thankful for the children in the world,

Despite the sadness they endure.

I’m thankful for all the glorious things we’re capable of as humans,

Despite choosing all the gore.

I’m thankful for all the things I have seen,

All the past lives and all the ways my life could’ve gone.

I just wish I didn’t feel like I was betraying myself,

For still being alive.