Wednesday, April 17, 2013


Getting full on emptiness
with every swallow,
I dissolve, and I grow a little less

Hypnotized by the magic crystals
its translucency
its potency 

I am mesmerized and fallen
in its dream like state,
Its grandiose scheme of things
Its divinity. invincibility.

The grand perspective of myself
in neon high saturation 
reflecting onto all others to see

I glow,
my mirage of flawlessness

 I am numb.
I am significant.
I am queen.
Endlessly grasping for a happiness I cannot keep...
The fictional. The out of reach. 

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