Its only ink. it only lasts forever. but I have so much skin I have so much space for these dreadful thoughts to reside anywhere else but my mind. and I hurt. and I hurt because I'm trying to follow but I am too curious for them and I am too immune.
so its only ink. its only skin. its only relief to my head and my heart and bones.
I'm not ready to be immune
YOU ARE READING
(BASKET CASE)
Poetry"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac
