La La Land 									

Light or dark?
There would be chaos constricted into a tiny bubble
of all my thoughts, all my fears
hopes,
dreams,
life,
love,
death;
entrapped. Into one entity.

Initially, I didn’t know what I would be without my body.
My love, my light, myself.
Am I my own self
my own love,
my own light? 
Do I face my subconscious self-sabotage for what appears to be my own form of “self-preservation?”

Or am I just floating away from others 
so I don’t find myself in the dark.
When I strip down my skin, manipulate my muscles, obliterate my organs, and break my bones into stardust;
what is left?  
Light
or 
dark?