“It’s hard to crawl out of my head”
You said…
I get it
Yet, your reasoning sickens me
Come one, come all
For the circus is on tonight
Funny
It’s funny how those who act like lions
are the very ones eaten by their own thoughts
When I was green and blue
and creased,
And drowning
There were no expectations, no asks
Why is it when other people’s worlds
collapse
There they are,
sudden rulers of the universe
You’re a torture device,
Poe’s pendulum
The persistent ticking between my eyes
A faulty tap
No
You’re the silky tear that’s dried out with time
Every Planck, collected into never.
