a clustered mind is not a benefical one i am being chocked mentally thought flow through my head like a verbose raging river tambling four word phrases jumping from noun to noun i yearn to live for a a person that can make me feel like pious but instead i am shattered by irreverence i want someone who allows themselves to live without margins to be bereaved nights turn into days and i can only remember my dreams they seem existent creating the smell of perfume the fumes turn into a plague overbearing my senses with some imaginary woman who fucks me from hello when i open my eyes i see a reflection of myself lost and motionless

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