as an astronaut, I spun on a rotary around the core of your existence like you were the gravity that held me to the ground but kept me on my toes if home is where the heart is, i'm coping with this unbearable homesickness and I know my heart has an anarchy government, living a steel toed rebellion but these relentless thoughts about you have gotten bad again, i don't sleep my reckless behavior let loose, like a dog off his chain and collar and i revisited the places you always talked about, how i dreamed to be there with you recovering those lost feelings, and rebellion was assisting me in the mind of my teenage angst, no autobiographies could be more authentic than the hatred for this unrequited swelling i held in my heart without a doubt, you're featured in my dreams more than nightmares you couldn't be more real than the books that I hold in my hands i'm sleeping in water filled with sharks calling me a tedious terrorist entering their territory, leaving me with absolutely nothing just build a bridge, get over it, if you have to, revisit my mind maybe you'll see everyone is the enemy, not everyone is perfect