A twenty-something year old multidisciplinary Artist and law student & I am not one who behaves.
Ask me how my mind works,
I have no words to tell you
No poems that can perfectly describe
You may have to step inside
My mind is a maze.
Guided by maps of conversations
This is fine.
This is absolutely fine as long as it doesn’t go in my hair.
My hair is hanging down a little.
What if it goes in my fucking hair?
I can’t adjust my hair now, it’ll ruin the mood. Ugh!
Five things that kill me:
my own reflection. it makes me want to scream until I collapse & rip my skin off of my body until there’s nothing left but my porcelain bones.