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Jan 2018
there's someone
   in my head, but
it's not me.Β 

  β€œthere was always that
          for everyone, some
             just more than others.”

     I have a *******
   military base
in my head.

       I am planning out
   missions taking place
halfway around the world.Β 

    β€œI hate needing something.
             it makes me feel weak.”

       I was the same way
for human assistance.Β 

but the drugs? those
   were just chemicals
       and I am a science

                I'm something
         you have known
     about for months,
   finally throwing
together at the
last moment.
January 6th, 2014.
the bitter reflections of an addicted brain.

this is a rapport:
a conversation I never had.
kalica calliope delphine
Written by
kalica calliope delphine  26/F
     Xallan, NourCreationz, ---, --- and r
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