It seems I can’t wake a single day
without first asking—
Who am I..?
Okay, calm down, Valjean.
No need for drama.
You know yourself better
than any other ever could.
Who lives beyond,
behind, beneath your eyes?
If not you?
If not — me?
Not—
no.
stop.
And this is where
all
thoughts
d
r
o
p
My eyes widen
and I wait.
Barbed wire unwinds—
threading through the subconscious,
inch by inch.
Restrained.
Subdued.
Muted.
For but a moment,
the off-beat
pulse of confusion
fades
a w a y . . .
Stained-glass eyes, ajar,
peering through vacant space.
An empty husk sits
unoccupied.
Psyche:
abandoned.
bum-bum…
Jaw agape
salivating.
bum-bum…
Moans, groans,
humming to no one.
bum-bum…
What ghosts
do you
mumble to?
***
A lamp’s light creeps
toward what, before,
was naught.
***
Is this—
intent?
Perhaps—
Purpose?
Life?
Who’s to say?
What is life,
anyway?
Jun 29, 2025
Jun 29, 2025 at 5:23 PM UTC
It seems I can’t wake a single day
without first asking—
Who am I..?
Okay, calm down, Valjean.
No need for drama.
You know yourself better
than any other ever could.
Who lives beyond,
behind, beneath your eyes?
If not you?
If not — me?
Not—
no.
stop.
And this is where
all
thoughts
d
r
o
p
My eyes widen
and I wait.
Barbed wire unwinds—
threading through the subconscious,
inch by inch.
Restrained.
Subdued.
Muted.
For but a moment,
the off-beat
pulse of confusion
fades
a w a y . . .
Stained-glass eyes, ajar,
peering through vacant space.
An empty husk sits
unoccupied.
Psyche:
abandoned.
bum-bum…
Jaw agape
salivating.
bum-bum…
Moans, groans,
humming to no one.
bum-bum…
What ghosts
do you
mumble to?
***
A lamp’s light creeps
toward what, before,
was naught.
***
Is this—
intent?
Perhaps—
Purpose?
Life?
Who’s to say?
What is life,
anyway?