Simply gone is where you are,
You're out of place and lost in space,
You visualize inside your brain,
A world in which you define as sane.

Joy is found so tangible here,
There is no pain or vein or fear,
Hurtful thoughts reside inside,
But release themselves wet from the eye.

Everyone has this world them self,
To be grown and to own their mental heath,
No record of thoughts to be spoken of or read,
This world of mine to design lies within my head.

i believe we could just be,
but will we ever be?

You feel expired
Like the milk in the fridge
It's got a lump or two
And the lettuce is fused
To the drawer
The garbage disposal makes a sound
Like it's grinding steel wire
It might be from that art project you did
When you tried to make a figurine
And got too tired
So you set it in the sink
To forget about it
But that's okay
Ramen noodles take a while to go bad
But those Cup 'O' Noodles
Get a bit crusty
After a few months
The dripping from the faucet
Doesn't really matter
Because the only reason for the bathroom
Is to empty your bladder
And sit
With your head in your hands
Before you head back to the bedroom
And wonder
What am I even doing?
Why does thinking hurt?
It's a lot of work
When your favorite color
Is grey