trapped inside a body is a beautiful mind.
within words, pictures, scribbles, boxes, I find myself,
a blank face and a swift motion,
ignoring the daunting demons that prowl in the outlines
of cemeteries,
rather peaceful;
enough to keep this body at ease as it’s mind implodes
at the sight of their hungry smiles,
teaching no realistic reflection, but the opposition;
chaining me to the physical world, my surroundings;
the body stands it’s ground.

these demons taught me all I’ve ever known:
to never escape
and to smile.