Monday, February 23

at1

snow driving
i can't tell if i am moving
hands are swetting lights seem brighter

i am in the grocery store 
i don't feel like i belong to this world
i should leave

back in my rooming house
i feel safe 
i am a human again
what am i?

driving snow
i remember it
those sardines tasted good 
i could not get my barings
my hands were swetty and lights seemed brighter
was i dosed? everything is falling apart

in the grocery store 
i want her to read this, though she does not exist anymore
she only exists now as a habit in my mind
anxiety reminds me of her
i don't feel part of this wrld the signs look funny
as she hands my the cheese i am scared 
am i crazy?
insanity can be good for the reputation
but being insane is not fun

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