This is bonkers.The rhythm of my day is a palpitating heart lacedwith irregular intervals of conflicting thoughts.I’m going cashews.Too many months inside the grey cloud hasme…
I Paint a Peerless Picture; I Portray a Personal Prison
I Adhere to Anarchistic Algorithms, then Aimlessness Always…
The lavender night haslured the poem spill allIts bluesin a stranger worldIt endeavours to hold a little of infiniteOr…