I created you into a paradigm,
something you never were
or were ever meant to be.
wishing on each cardinal that crosses
A fever dream of a summer
plays tug of war with ones hopes
in an uncomfortable motion.
but I am reminded
I have the skin of a dreamer,
hollow bones to carry me along this
current
pull up the tainted plants
eat them for breakfast.
whispering into a sin so vague
there is no forgiveness

But thin air upon your veins, believing in what isn't there,
absence everywhere.
i'm not lonely, but i'd love some company.
hermit bound introvert impulsive quixotic intuitive idealist,
a realistic cynic
it's not quite so simple
is it?
the substance of lust altering
an easily adaptive mindset.
if you're much older (than you're willing to admit)
use them for reassurance.
you don't need friends, release the cry's for relative human beings
to the quick, i feel sick
i've lost my willingness to be apart of it.

i haven't slowed down since i began walking,
the destination is simply
farther than the map requested.
noted i lost myself in the beginning
roaming around foolishly awaiting happiness
to come to me.
Yet I know my intellect
I am made to ignite things.
bursting each cell given life into an ember,
one thin string of smoke.
i am one of the things I've blown up.