There are places you have to go,
places inside yourself
you will not recognize.
The drumbeat in your heart
will beat against the rhythm it once knew;
you won’t know the right pattern,
the right pulse,
and soon there will be
pieces of yourself
you will not recognize.
About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.