My brainwaves come and go on bouts of manic waves, the pebbles I throw shatter the houses where I

once stayed. The sand burns under my feet as I run away into bittersweet dreams.

I’ve spent a lifetime in the spaces of between here and there, the grey scale balance of my blacks and
whites, as if my mind could not process anything more then the middle of an event the monotonous
motion of what could be an orchestra but falls flat of a symphony. Ive played the wrong key far too
many times practicing my failures until I fail right.

I play around with my flaws, the traits that haunt me into a state of unease these same things have
been my personal carry on, maintained them for so long the once fresh sting of a fresh burn has become
a dull ache, something featureless and unordinary. As if these pressing concerns that consume my life
have become all bark and no bite.

My happiness is that of a dissolveable tablet, I immerse myself in water drowning over the taste of my
worries, I realize my euphoric state quickly until I swallow it whole, leaving my alone with an aftertaste
fo what it could be,how I wish I could swim instead of drink.

All alone in my room , I stare at the ceiling hoping for a want new. This bird circles my once busy body I
am stale as my thoughts, swirling around in a space of the universe, I wonder if I can shoot the
nighthawk away, as these thoughts only appear when the beauty of this bird appears.

I cannot stand small talk my brains elevator music is a muse of information, I pick at the scabs that
appear within the psyche, I spot sores within a persons speech I have similar bruises and scars from a
former me. Adronitis becomes a constant state, I wonder how long it can take the frustration of the
wait, I feel as if I would want to peel off the bandaid in a simple motion but instead I spend an enternity
flicking the edge of what could be the biggest story of history.