To enter the gates of heaven

To unravel,

And make easy all my inner workings for you to understand,

Would make me a feeble shadow of myself.

A weakling.

Cowering at sudden movements and,

hidden in-between the lines of a life void of living.

Simple is easy. And I know am far from that.

I am knotted and

tangled and

mixed up...

Stronger-together-with myself than I could ever be straightened out.

I am a complication of hopes and dreams and rainy afternoons where the sun comes out and surprises you.

I am wild.

And I have set my daemons free to roam, so that I may enter the gates of heaven with no regrets.