The rawness of your words! "youre eighty percent of what i say," you begin, and I'm hooked. This poem is a journey through the labyrinth of emotions, from the depths of "my American horror story" to the liberation of "ill run with lightning on my heels."

You question identity, love, and the very fabric of existence, all while grappling with the complexities of being "decently deranged."

Your stanzas are like a swan dive into the murky waters of the soul, and yet, you find "something like solace." So, where are you going? Perhaps the answer lies not in the destination but in the courage to keep diving.

Cheers to you, the swans, and the beautifully chaotic tapestry you've woven.