intangible tumors
you vomit sentances at me that stick and eat away at my euphoric ignorance. this is just another wave like all the others sent to smooth out my edges until i'm a bland rounded pebble you can hold in your hand. I'm crawling out of the ocean and clinging to my asymmetry. The closest thing i have to love is a viral edge that eats away at organ tissue. Sometimes i wonder if my rough texture is a false trait i've fabricated, only becuase i wanted to branch off on my own. Rather than reinforcing the upward rising trunk i've grown out crooked and curved down. i don't give a fuck . I've got leaves sprouting out of me and withering away in the shapes of ideas i planted five minutes ago, and now time is moving to quickly to capture the seasons. I dreamt up a narcissistic nihilist and played it out on paper because i can't imagine myself outside the walls i've built around me.