when the world breaks
she is infatuated with the perversion of illicit seduction of brain washing euphoria inhale exhaling the thoughts away into an empty meaningless place trapped in vertigo the swirly spinny lost and forgotten… the world is gone a million miles beyond the furthest reaches light may abound and in one instant the flood of realilty becomes a constant humming she wants to close the window and turn up the radio cleanse the wound of the noises reverberating loudly and steadily throughout the space between her ears. what’s all the racket, some fussing, confusion… she hears the music it screams mimicing the cries of a banshee thunder all consuming racing across her flesh and to her every breath a word a lyric a song none the same her home is quiet still the windows should stay shut always but the light is greatly distracting her motion of this one place in time and space which becomes her very being upon this plane continent planet galaxy reality how did that word sneak back in? she said to shut that fucking window right now and make it simply stop…it’s a falling out when the absurd truth is she realizes she will work for the rest of her life and receive not too much of shit for it, not that shit is all that important and all, to push herself forward into a world in which she coexists with reality? can’t you hear the music in the background is it making sense as the words spin wickedly through blurred vision and lost confusion she found correlation of self domination no compromising here mister best be you fucking off pick your shit up and head outward minus the bullshit and explaining just go the fuck away look at the blinking line on the screen it pulses steady constant rhythmic routinely devouring my brain hastily decisions become thoughts amongst a barrage of the battles of everyday life.
her world is all her own and she feels each passing one day too soon or a few too late…what is the point to keep it up is it a charade is it something self defining is she a victim of an overactive imagination how come the answers don’t call back from the striking of the keys how come there never is any answers that are real and definate because human nature is a creature driven by animal passion, infatuation, lost in awe upon, these are the moments which define life but not reality…
the alarm beeps softly stirring a conscious thought into her brain, time to get up. a routine ensues, batheing, teeth brushingness, allergy medicine taking, keys, car, work. she is there at the moment she should be when she is supposed to be. she has something somewhat tangible in her life and still the questions consume. time to rationalize….nope ….generalize….naw, just fucking understand reality is real, you are reality as well as everything involved in your presence, reality is only how you perceive it.
but nonetheless reality asks no one anything and keeps it to a business association and nothing more… or maybe they’re having a fling and that is why the world is getting ready to spontaneously combust.
what the fuck am i talking about….just a little crazy i suppose
naw i’m normal