gravity does not give way
to the ocean blue,
i imagine the clouds,
weighting as much as you
do

gaslighing only works if you don't know the truth

I will not eat taco bell
I'd really rather go straight to hell.

Thats how you feel, it isn't fun.
Especially when you had to run.
That **** signed you up for the
porcelain marathon.

i can hear a neighbor moan in anguish about her hopelessness, and i too, get wet at the vibrations of those thoughts. i too savor in the salty sweetness of vulnerability and i too get off on the hurt as she hypes and pipes and rattles and shakes and quakes and breaks and slowly gathers herself together again as a puddle down the drain.

But what if what our mind ignores, is in fact,
exactly what our soul adores?
.
.
.
.
Then maybe we’d ask for an encore
instead of a 24/7 drug store.