Leaning into the madness

It's a jungle out there, and I feel lost.

One side is asking to be tamed, the other to be embraced. What shall I do?

In the chaos of our minds, we debate.

The temperature under the jungle's canopy is comfortable.

At night, I dream about what the sky, the stars, and what life above looks like.

Then, I go back to sleep and tell myself that, here, at least, I'm not getting burned by the sun.