Blank pages Scattered brain Even greater scattered words Slurry falls out of my skull, into my mouth Like tumbled rocks Schrödinger’s paragraphs Both written and not Until I decide to sit down Pen in hand Pencil in hand Paper staring Blankly Eyes staring Blankly Scattered brain Even greater scattered words And thoughts
what the **** am i supposed to do with all the stars inside me, begging to get out and light up the whole ****** world but i am tiny, like dust, and burning from the inside isn't the way i thought i'd live.
