My insensitive recklessness is systematic to my madness.
Madness honed from years of an erratic existence.
Ruthlessness born from a problematic insane lifestyle.
I can’t take away the pain that lies beneath the surface.
I wish to perish at times.
Just to make the madness stop.
For it drives me to seek the reaper.

are you mad
at what i said
or are you mad
because it’s true?

A sunflower
Growing in a garden of roses
Searching for its home
Always wandering,
Alone.

A sunflower,
With auras of red,
White,
And yellow.
Hues entwined
In a weave so painfully mellow.

In a garden of roses,
Moving, growing, searching
A sunflower remains
Alone.

I have been to the mountains where I have cried.
I climb hills not for the vista.
I climb for falling down the rabbit hole.
Then, I plummet down the icy gully.

I have drowned in bathtubs where I have smiled.
I swim in cold bathtubs not due to recklessness.
I swim to delude my presence.
Then, I hitch-hike upto the peak.

I do these things I cannot understand.
Reality slips away,
like fresh snow and water slip from my bare hands.
I climb to the mountain and fall to the bathtub.