Where was I?

I turned the most basic fabric of my own soul inside out, I became undone, I shattered, my skin melted onto the dirt beneath my feet, blended and became one with the beautiful yet merciless earth, I was the termite that denied flowers to bloom, the darkness that denied the sun room.

I plugged my own roots one by one, by one. Every night I crumbled, tearing my own woven threads, spat on the plants I planted with a dying heart with seeds covered in pained truths.

I inhaled the dulcet tunes, still succumbed to nothing, clothed in fatherless lessons and my mothers timeless love, where was I? Where was my own self love when I gave away the keys to my castle to reckless persons.

-Mosso