in this mind of mine, the atoms are not all set into places anymore where they should be. they are slowly scattering, spiraling into the depths of the crevices of a deteriorating unicorn like dream world fantasy take my hand come with me to the voice of the unknown. where the walls are open and roses in the closet are drawn by others planted into this situation .
i've been planted into a sticky situation of sunflower beams growing from my mind, exploring a world filled with delusions. is it so very wrong my malicious intent, i am only aware of after it happened? how do i conduct experiments anymore when my mind is blank? its a slate of atoms not delicately interconnected no more no no instead, instead it is drawn like a puzzle piece with all the wrong pieces placed into the wrong boxes, we wont solve this; fix this. interactions are making the one unstable. i cant stand my own mind. its blank.
help.
why are my thoughts so scattered? why did i misplace myself? am i the angel headed hipster fallen saint crank heart lost in my own world that ginsberg cried about? have i done this to myself? why am i misplaced? feel me out: make this better.
into a vehicle we sat where typewriter ink streamed from the seatbelt to the chair; there were pianos chiming and vibrations and you spoke of brooklyn's nighttime daydreaming fantasies; nothing was real and everything was an illusion in this world i created you stated. are you real? is anything that has gone on lately? when did i come to this? i am yr burnt piece of toast thrown away . i am the overcooked slice of pizza nobody wants to eat. i am the defected Christmas toy returned before a new year has had the chance to arise.
my mind is crooked. it needs fixing. please be kind, fix this mess i have been entangled in. i cannot do this alone.
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