in times of emotional intensity
it doesn't really matter the direction
good or bad or positive or negative
it all stings just the same
I wonder if there is a baseline
or if there is something about me
that makes it so I'm trusted
with so much vulnerability
I have to say I'm honored but
at the same time I'm deeply sad
because it seems like I'm drowning in extremes
and it seems like intensity is all I have
bonding through trauma of triumph
and the triumph of trauma
The river of friendship running ice cold
when the mundane settles in
