Junkie

Fragmented thoughts of a junkie.

I’m distant because I can be

That night I went to sleep and never thought about you again…

Bags of ocean fill my thoughts and I lean to the left

To empty my ears

I tried again

And

Again

To see straight through the message

On the billboard to the right of 17^th St

If there is such a thing that runs parallel

Through that vein

An extension of myself

I felt the cool air

Exhaled

Laughed

Cried

Threw up

Sang myself a lullaby

Closed my eyes and fell asleep...
Forever seems to have lost its luster

Reviews

[Daniielle7]

I really like the tone of this entire piece!

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This is Art.
Brilliant.
Your Teknik is amazing.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

my gad dear woman~ the metaphors in this gem slither sinuous grooves of cinematic alms right through the mind of the audience bearing witness~