standing on top of withering rocks
my hair doesn't blow with the wind
but against
                             it.
my pupils shrink and lust for darkness
i'm unable to blink
i'm unable to embrace balance
why can't this landscape appear like before?
Everything Has Changed.
colors faded//exposed for the truth
underneath the glamour; the *******
it is now a fragment of my being
blending and becoming comfortable.
snapshots of a collapsing atmosphere
hand on my chest, i push this back in.
there will be no escape.
these illustrations of my reality
will remain my secret shipwreck.
i still smile blindly and hold back the wolves
the rest just are not ready
and i am too complacent
with this charade; this
elaborate lie i have orchestrated.
so the storm remains
and the lightning burns my spinal fluid
bringing it to a boil
i grit my teeth, i sip my drink
and i tell you how great my day has been.