letter to the editor - alex abell

[slim]

you.. think.. you've got a good idea

of.. who.. i... could probably be

but.. you... don't have the slightest clue

of what lies beneath the surface, inside me

and.. i ... am.. honestly a wreck

and you.. are... a bit tattered yourself

why dont you just leave me the fuck alone

why can't you just leave me on my own

i want to be free

free of all delusions

free to stretch beyond the surface

the universe is infinite

we are cells inside a fingernail

of some guy who we will never know

some tree that we will never see

we compose it but we're not that big

dont try to pretend that you are

dont try to pretend that you know

what the hell that i am talking about

i'm going to sleep

sleep. comfort me. make it all okay

let me dream the uncontrollable

let me have the irresistable

i... want... what i can't have.

i want.. what i don't need.

but i want it.

i want it bad.

so. there.