i am voice
i move without patience
im an endless shower of
information overload
i am awakening. its an ultra slow process, but i am. i went out of the house today after hiding for so long and the sky did not collapse. i started smoking again, one of the many relapses ive been having the past few weeks, but it is okay, as it is not me who is smoking, it is not i. i smoked and i stared up at the sky and noticed there is not much difference between us. but most of all, what this means is, nothing can harm me. things such as being low on energy. they are only excuses. ghosts i will lead toward the light in which you can see the smoke curl up. my hair is golden and reflects.
i am bliss
i move within
all through
the outskirts
of beyond