Sometimes,
I look up
To distant stars,
Letting myself
Wander off
But, not too far…
So now,
I begin again,
Creating
The best version
I can be.
It feels great.
Not living for them,
No longer a slave
To their words,
Constantly
Beating down
Like stones upon
Ice water.

So I, so I,
So I…
Begin again.

Blooming consciousness
transcending god’s creation.
Shedding feeble flesh.

An alternate universe
I created in my mind
to see reality in reverse.

Where stupid tyranny
is just a laughing matter
and serious chatter
only carefree pink irony.

Oh, what would I do
without this corrosive
intoxicating glue.

White clouds set on fire.
Ash blackening azure sky.
Infinite canvas.