My life in thoughts of future freckles.
Imperfections and hobbling over hurdles..
In thoughts of feeling ugly.
Unwanted. Uninspired is exactly.
The notions that it echoes.
In my ear
A fear. Still born.
A fear of love.
To be in love would be a high gone unnoticed.
With the contagion. Of drugs.
And the smoke from my lungs.
The random nameless mystique and freak show. Needs no follow up peep show....