I caught a glimmer of myself this morning as I sat down to eat my breakfast. The raspberries turned my Greek yogurt pink today, and the oatmeal mixed in made the whole bowl seem like I scrambled a brain for breakfast.
I giggled as I looked at it, watching a zombie on the stage in my mind chasing after somebody screaming "BRAAIINNSS!". I could feel myself coming back.
It's little moments like that. I am noticing them more as the days pass, moments when I can joke, find dark humor, and see something completely unhinged as brain matter out of my yogurt parfait with berries. I am dark, but I carry it like it's light, and laughter is the fuel I chase most days. My fascinations, obsessions, and interests often set others on the edges of their seats, so I learned early to make light of it, for them, for myself, for the ability to connect across divides and still converse with those who are vastly different. I turn the macabre, the creepy, the darkness in the mundane that most are too afraid to examine into humor, even if awkward, that can reach out and build bridges.
So I laugh at myself this morning, because I sit here eating my yogurt like I'm the zombie in my mind, happy with its brains.
~the journey back to life
a daemon of the earth