We run together similar to a stream

where we bathe

in our miniscule moments of anxiety.

Escape the same for us all.

A place where pain evaporates -

up from pooled insanity.

Our run off becomes a gift,

a passion. A place where we

hide so well amidst others

who share our fears,

the same world -

we become one drop; one body.

Some dash paint on a white world.

Others breathe life into a helix of glass.

Still, some soften pain

by conceiving of more first.

But you and I meet on exposed floors to dissolve,

simultaneously stripping ourselves bare

of self mutilation – self deprivation.

We allow ourselves to create, making music

with our bodies; art with our souls.

We depart from reality, in hopes

to restore ourselves; arms of grace

sweeping stories across our own

undressed bodies.