focus—
artificial, just like the pill bottle.
the world condenses, collapses into a pin-point right in front of my eyes
and into my paper or computer screen
thoughts racing at light speed
my mind trying to digest its own thoughts--
confusion,
state of hyper-realism (Who am I again?)
an alternate dimension of higher thought
whirling,
running,
spinning,
racing,
crash into an hour (or two) from now
and fall down
hard, into the present.
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
focus—
artificial, just like the pill bottle.
the world condenses, collapses into a pin-point right in front of my eyes
and into my paper or computer screen
thoughts racing at light speed
my mind trying to digest its own thoughts--
confusion,
state of hyper-realism (Who am I again?)
an alternate dimension of higher thought
whirling,
running,
spinning,
racing,
crash into an hour (or two) from now
and fall down
hard, into the present.