or at least, I think
it has
but I cannot be sure
it has
but I cannot be sure
there are times
I don’t trust my brain
anymore
I don’t trust my brain
anymore
(but i tell myself i’m sane enough
to admit it)
to admit it)
i know
i have said it before
but this time it is real
i have said it before
but this time it is real
swear it
you see! the this is linked
to the that, and if you connect
point a with dot b…
to the that, and if you connect
point a with dot b…
and look!
what I found on the internet!
what I found on the internet!
it all adds up
can’t you see?
can’t you see?
can’t you see?
can’t you see?
no?
why?
oh.
hearing you state it
like that, I know you are right
like that, I know you are right
rational, calm
talking a problem through
like the adults we are supposed to be
talking a problem through
like the adults we are supposed to be
but my mind… it’s a
masochist
likes to drag itself
repeatedly over the
fishhook
and barbed wire called knowledge
masochist
likes to drag itself
repeatedly over the
fishhook
and barbed wire called knowledge
scarring
then scaring itself
to conclusions
then scaring itself
to conclusions
learning and linking
faster and faster
faster and faster
til I am bleeding out
all over
the people around me.
all over
the people around me.
I am sorry.
I didn’t mean to bother you.
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