truth is that my soul is troubled; has been since a child; my head resides within the clouds- my feet on muddy ground; it's always been that way-just packaged different while a sprout;
my soul wandering within this body like a fish within a bowl; the "bowl" considered "home"-with conditions by the load; upkeep- became a toll-with this illusion of control-
"health" became the least of my concern- despite the years my mind would ache, as well as burn; came to tell myself that headaches leave for good, when it's "my turn";
often i am numb- like trauma to my head; i feel enough to acknowledge- i'm not "alive" yet quite not "dead"; like a "vegetable" with legs-or a fish, better yet-"deep fried" with "scrambled eggs"
an unwanted game of chess, monopoly, and more; random ***** that reached the egg- and got drafted into "war";
information overload- while one's yearning for the "door" that leads to something so much better-to something so much more; yet all the outside noises-too overbearing to ignore....
comfort here- packaged-sold separately from self- like products are in stores on the floor- on the shelf.... sleep's the closest thing to "source"- but like a shuttle out in space-VR headset simulations- can't escape from off the coarse....
then back awake inside a place that enforces cheese and chase- that only ends when the body, gives way-and can't hold up anymore
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 4:58 AM UTC
truth is that my soul is troubled; has been since a child; my head resides within the clouds- my feet on muddy ground; it's always been that way-just packaged different while a sprout;
my soul wandering within this body like a fish within a bowl; the "bowl" considered "home"-with conditions by the load; upkeep- became a toll-with this illusion of control-
"health" became the least of my concern- despite the years my mind would ache, as well as burn; came to tell myself that headaches leave for good, when it's "my turn";
often i am numb- like trauma to my head; i feel enough to acknowledge- i'm not "alive" yet quite not "dead"; like a "vegetable" with legs-or a fish, better yet-"deep fried" with "scrambled eggs"
an unwanted game of chess, monopoly, and more; random ***** that reached the egg- and got drafted into "war";
information overload- while one's yearning for the "door" that leads to something so much better-to something so much more; yet all the outside noises-too overbearing to ignore....
comfort here- packaged-sold separately from self- like products are in stores on the floor- on the shelf.... sleep's the closest thing to "source"- but like a shuttle out in space-VR headset simulations- can't escape from off the coarse....
then back awake inside a place that enforces cheese and chase- that only ends when the body, gives way-and can't hold up anymore
