Malleable Me
It's nights like these that I can see all dimensions enshrouding us like a blanket fog.
While driving, It's nights like these that I imagine crashing my car into another and feeling my body flinch and explode upon the impact of thousands of shards of glass melting into my skin like hot oil.
My torso smacking with a thud to the rhythm of the oncoming crunch of plastic dashboard material as it accordian folds towards me.
My body sits there (in that awkward position) steam erupting from the broken machine cradling me.
The stars slowly filling the sky 'till they expand and take up everything in my sight. (I can see for eons)
It's nights like these that I finally understand god. The only thing that is beautiful in this world is that sweet peace.
While driving, It's nights like these that I imagine crashing my car into another and feeling my body flinch and explode upon the impact of thousands of shards of glass melting into my skin like hot oil.
My torso smacking with a thud to the rhythm of the oncoming crunch of plastic dashboard material as it accordian folds towards me.
My body sits there (in that awkward position) steam erupting from the broken machine cradling me.
The stars slowly filling the sky 'till they expand and take up everything in my sight. (I can see for eons)
It's nights like these that I finally understand god. The only thing that is beautiful in this world is that sweet peace.