I Don't Know
How much of this has been imagined
Maybe it all has
Transparent conclusions
Swept away by a broom
In a storm of dust
Foggy as it all seems
Slurred together like a drunken word,
Yet it all makes more sense,
Than anything else I've known or heard
In the Absence of All Light
Ive fallen deep within myself again
Tripping over the darkness
Stumbling over paint cans
Kneeling to the ground
Dragging my fingers in trails
Through the dust
To make a sound
Picking up the paint,
Stress escapes me
And thickens the darkness
Unfolding my fingers
Into a human flesh paint palette
Holding out my hands
I imagine a paint brush
[Anxious brain
Pounding head
Positive side effects of negativity
It needs to be stopped,
Bullet brush brain paint]
I dip the tip into white paint
I dot the darkness with stars in the distance
My hands dip into the paint can
And toss the paint everywhere
Paint drops of all colors
Crash in every direction
Towards the ground
Give it all to not take any more
Save it, serve it
Advertise and deny it
I've fallen into myself again
Franticly tossing paint
Sketching space
Hold your breath
Unsettling comfort
The dust on the ground forms into a solid black figure
from the feet up,
the figure stretches into the exact shape and size of my body
Pull the trigger
i touch its face and feel my hand on its jaw
reaching my fingers up to cover its eyes
I can't see it anymore
I've become a part of it at it has become apart of me
The galaxy of colors that i've created is spinning around us
Pulsing into the beat of the same heart
Everything falls into unison
Collapsing into itself
I grab the head of the figure and press my thumbs into its eyes
Tilting my head backwards, i force my head forward with all of my might
Into its forehead
Spinning trails of colored dust
Clouding conscientiousness
I awake in a confinement of absolute light
Releasing my breath
The struggle for balance continues
