speaking
flabbergasting amongst those who share no common interest
taking in their laughter and sorrow
brings me nothing.
it aids me in no way, for i am different
conversing with inanimate objects
hearing and responding to their cold, hard silence
my chisel shall not etch a work of art, it shall etch a friend
whom i will speak with for hours
and days
and months
on end
that is until he finds out
and thats why im writing this from an asylum
YOU ARE READING
My Hallucinatory Masterpeice
PoetryAn anthropology of poems from the perspective of galatea claude, from identity v. This was written by Galatea Claude-Valden, who is an alter in a DID system.
