perfectly sane

we’re both going through the motion, we’re both living somewhere else.

i need your average illusions to feed my inner lung.

your offensive is plastic free

harm free, wound free, toxic free

the structure in  your head.

an overused dull arrow,

so narrow, turns my brain to steam

the chemical reaction  at its lowest point

it might have just stopped from burning

seconds…

paint you on my wall

does that bother you, dear at all?

whisper me about that dream within a dream

the you’s and me’s  that don’t just hide

we didn’t ended up like others

ashamed of who we are and what we do and who we might

dissolve slightly into this cold winter night…

sleep tight dear, you’re perfectly sane

tomorrow

 


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