Twelve days. I have been on this roll.
Spun like a top, I cant seem to stop.
With every twist of my wrist and a flick of the Bic, clouds billow in, tension follows out.
My head is at ease. The noise has ceased.
Twelve days. The shadow people wave, like I am old friend.
Backwards am I. For I dont get amped off the high.
Clean a room? Ha! I'd rather stare at the sky. Wave goodbye to the ADHD, see ya when I run out, whenever that may be. Twelve days.