I am filled with cancer.
An endless senseless sensorium
rather than anything tangible.
Take it all through glass liquid flashes
of an extant place
that lives inside.
Why?
and I come back
and everything's sick
and all that matters
is crumbling slowly
so so slowly
that I no longer know that
it is
But hey, on a bright note,
I wrote today.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
I am filled with cancer.
An endless senseless sensorium
rather than anything tangible.
Take it all through glass liquid flashes
of an extant place
that lives inside.
Why?
and I come back
and everything's sick
and all that matters
is crumbling slowly
so so slowly
that I no longer know that
it is
But hey, on a bright note,
I wrote today.
