My reality.
Spiral.
Lover in the Sky.
Beforedawn.
Afterdark.
“I don’t”: Post-It.
My voice.
I should sing with my own voice, not so loud & not so quiet. There's no question in my song. I'm just singing what I want. May the sunshine make it bright. May the night give it might. Sing the song, the spirit take flight, maybe someday you hear my voice.
Brain warmer.
I need to be with myself because I am slow. I don't know when the synapses say go. Give me a moment to make sure they're talking to me and it's not a case of mistaken identity. I need to be alone. I need no excuse. The brain says I'm under-archiving, I say it's overanalyzing. It'd be funny if it's not indefinitely depressing. I'm a lazy brain warmer telling the brain to chill.
Game.
There're certain games I'm afraid to play. I always win & I think I know why. It's a cosmic burden, the unexpected kind. It's the game I call U ❤ I.
Not crazy, but insane.
I feel a certain restraint falling away, might as well have my own instead of someone else's pain. Dare to find a stage to dump this shit. It's me, it's not me, all options are insane.
Biding for.
Freedom is not checking others faces before uttering the next words. Freedom is not holding myself in before letting my presence known. Freedom is poking where it hurts and knowing that remedy is at hand. Freedom is beyond happiness where messy life is accompanied by an internal soundtrack that I enjoy.
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