Running through my mind. I’m trying to find me. My eyes are closed. I keep my eyes closed for the sake of remembering. It’s a culmination of my youth and all the shitty things that the worst parts of this world gave freely. I’m nineteen and running through ghosts in the empty parking lot behind town square. I’m clenching onto substances and feel the weight from the abuse that I put on myself. I think about my mothers eyes. Sad eyes that scream through me every-time I blink. I watch her build mountains within me when she looks at me. I swear I’ll stop breaking them down. I open my hands and feel moonlight drench me. I feel damage subside. I feel my hands turn into fire- ready to light the whole place up. I walk through flames without getting burned anyways- that never scared me. Watch how many wounds I can nurse at once without breaking. Tired limbs hanging off my bones like a crutch. I’m running through my mind again. -AMT