A cataclysmic car crash in my sensitive subconscious. Psychedelic splash of love against my pale flesh dripping down like rain. Tears. Wet smiles just the same. I flirt with disaster like it's a routine trip to Starbucks knowing that one day I won't come out of the dark forest, but it's the gray matter that I'm bound up in like tingling taffy pulling, stretching, until one day I snap. To be or not to be..that's the question. I wait on the cosmic cocktail to take effect like cotton filling up my ears and clouds mine eyes. It gets blacker and blacker through the rippling rainbow I dive into a devastating race...of time or stillness...like a reflection on the wailing water, it wobbles with a weakness I know all too well. Screams from within...they are calling me like the morning dew...a mantra of monotony lost dreaming of lapping up sweet bee honey. Hysteria consumes my cliff-notes and I cannot think without a brain cell to swim on..alkaline...acid...non beating...rapid...it flashes before me like a black and white movie...from the darkness I run...faster and faster...but then stop and turn back...I'm a beautiful disaster.
Love to all deserving. You know who you are.
