I've lost my membranes,
will you help me to find them?
My egos are permeating into each
other, and I can't remember how to
keep myself straight.
Qu'est-ce que c'est, tu me sens?
I'm convinced my entire world is an
existential crisis.
Out-of-hand currents
out of hand, untouched,
looking for something to surge through but
I'm afraid of unleashing that power
so it festers
stagnating
through my inner monologue,
into my bloodstream, my lungs.
Suffocating obsession,
I am
Life needs stimulation to change but
the inside of my heart is still ground and
I think I'm locked up in here.
I was born in captivity, neatly
assembled and aspiring, then
something fell apart and I don't fit
that mold anymore.
The devil stands on my
hip bones but I flick him off with
my tongue.
Though these words sound like
logic to me, they fall off the brain
for some and so
I know what it means
to be lost in translation.
Thing is, I'm more comfortable here
even when there isn't air to breathe
because I can at least collapse in on myself.
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SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES
PuisiLiminal living; these things are not for the weak of heart.