It is a chemical imbalance of normalcy and insanity that mixes finely with the potion of life
The scent of spices and scorching of love the bites so hard
With the bitter chill of the winter months and the blistering shower of sweat caressing the skin in the sweltering heat of summer, our body adjusts
It is a seesaw effect that confuses us, but welcomes us with consistent change
Why do we run from the heat hiding in the shelter of the water surrounding and cooling the skin?
Why do we hide under the fort of feathers and cotton instead of embracing the shiver of winter’s bounty?
It is the fear in comfort that is the truth of the mystery we undergo in the pursuit of life’s meaning
In birth, an inherent flaw is tattooed as a reminder of the imperfection that makes us all so beautiful;
The birthmark of ritualistic freedom to make mistakes and learn
We are the product of misfortune; the original sin
In the earliest words of existence we are told perfection has been denied
In a court without a jury, our fate was met millions of years prior to existence
Now we must amend for damnation that is not our own
As the winter passes and summer awakes, we each take comfort in life’s shortcoming
It is the curse that will become the greatest gift
