peripheral vision and my fourth eye nestled in my hair are my best friends,
my mind my worst enemy
the impossible in reality is the norm there
reality peeks in occasionally,
like a parent to their sleeping child
the only way to put the delirium in its dormant state is the equivalent to
a nine millimeter to my heart, so nah
i guess i'll make these next few umpteen months
the same way i've pulled through these past nine months,
looking over my shoulder,
walking that thin line between
caution
and
paranoia
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
