Sometimes, when I see you fighting not to fall apart,

devoid of the sense of such emotional turbulence,

bathing in existential suffering,

then I can’t help but lovingly whisper to you:

Crash baby crash.

I am with you in that rain of a thousand glass shards.

I know the eye of the hurricane.

Share my confidence

that you will soon

emerge again from the remnants

on your own.

Even truer, even closer

to the person you always wanted to be.

Enjoy after yet another storm

intensely of your ability

to shed your old skin.

After that, are you on dry land forever?

No, fortunately not.

The dry is also but

an overrated desert

it can never be your potting soil'

Chris Van Camp

From 'CRASH BABY CRASH'.