how the vessels of our body
wrinkles paper thin
when we decide
to finally crawl out from within

funny to think
that all the emotions
crashing against the barriers
brews in which no one can see

I can just imagine
a cloud of dark lines
brandished over my head
obscuring the lenses
which used to be so clear

and now I feel like
I see everything in black and white
just keep close and catch me before I veer
off the wrinkling piece of paper