it feels like my mind is being stretched out
like taffy
it sticks to one's fingers
sickly sweet
swallowed whole, no chewing
it's also akin to a TV set
a dizzying tizzy of static
colorbars across the screen
only seen in black/white to me
my every thought is a grain of sand
once neatly nestled together caressed by calm waves
but
a hurricane came through
and now
their scattered
*they're scattered.
and *****
oh, how they are *****
but then again, sand is always ***** isn't it?
i don't know where i'm going with this
i lost the way to 'metaphor' or 'inspiration'
so i'm just going where the wind takes me
and hoping i'm not chaining myself to a tornado
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
it feels like my mind is being stretched out
like taffy
it sticks to one's fingers
sickly sweet
swallowed whole, no chewing
it's also akin to a TV set
a dizzying tizzy of static
colorbars across the screen
only seen in black/white to me
my every thought is a grain of sand
once neatly nestled together caressed by calm waves
but
a hurricane came through
and now
their scattered
*they're scattered.
and *****
oh, how they are *****
but then again, sand is always ***** isn't it?
i don't know where i'm going with this
i lost the way to 'metaphor' or 'inspiration'
so i'm just going where the wind takes me
and hoping i'm not chaining myself to a tornado
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