Everything is negative.

Standing under bridges slowly mending in a storm that continues raging, I wonder how I can feel all the negatives at once, how hate and anger and sadness and cousins and relatives have a way of forcing themselves into my brain, sovereign visitors I hope.

How he yearns for violence and screaming until his heart bursts from his throat.

All things have a way of going completely wrong.

But he can only wonder if the opposite is true.

If it is even possible.

If even a simple embrace would make anything feel a little lighter.