Something only mine...

I know the hard ground and the taste of the salt water I'm made of and the way even getting out of bed feels impossible some days. I know how some moments there's not even enough air. I know what it means to be desperate and the bargains we want to make in those moments with the universe and every last prayer we pray to gods we don't even believe in. But does that make me stupid? No ... I don't think so. I don't think so at all. Not stupid. Not after all I've been through. Infinitely, impossibly, beautifully human perhaps.