feeling alive again
like I have a minute to breathe in, exhale --
and act.

I've been a shell, a chrysalis
seemingly so dead inside
but yet the cold winter didn't crush me
and I resume
to thrive.

so many hours upon hours I sat
staring at the TV
shows I tried to absorb
like my identity:
Culture.

Now the sponge overflows
brain-dead no longer, yet zombified
BEWARE THE APOCALYPSE

I rise.