I can walk next to the best of them. Dream with the sleepless. Talk shit to the anger. Cut words on my palms as I reach out to grab a piece of clarity. Nothing is supposed to make sense and that’s why our minds twist and turn until there’s nothing left to think. Then you’re forced to sit and wonder and what a dangerous place to settle. Every corner shows a shadow and you try to trace the shape with your fingertips and it stings. Sometimes the answer is in the question, so I ask you, what makes a person holy? Saints and sinners. Saints and sinners. Saints and sinners. You can’t have one without the other so you better choose where you want to start. Better hold hands against broken fingers. Meet tears with a smile. Look for sunshine behind the shadows. Hold stillness in the rushing seconds. Tell everyone about the time you laughed until you felt your heart stop. How you dreamed and dreamed and dreamed. Safety in the anger. Found alittle clarity in this mess of a world . -AMT©️