Neuroses/Psychosis/Extra-terrestrial adventures in my internal apocalypse.
I hit a war every time my mind wanders high into dark subconscious. I can reach levels higher than were intended for my vessel, my accomplice. I stand fighting with swords in each hand slashing into the catastrophe that is my hyper-awareness / please don’t let me become a casualty so casually.
I SCREAM, tears pouring from my eyes, my beautiful opal with her triangle smile stares up at me. Still I can’t feel a connection to this space that I am orbiting, I wish they would let me leave.
Frightened from these foreign thoughts in this foreign world, here I sit writing foreign words... how am I just a girl? Spurious. I am a consciousness lost in the fourth dimension desperately trying to get to the 6th. VERITY WAIT, QUICK, i'm coming. Please leave another light on for me though.. this one is dimming.











