Maladaptive Memories

For those of you that don't know, I'm a maladaptive daydreamer, meaning I have a disorder which causes most of my life to be caught up in a false reality which mostly consists of me and my OCs fighting ourselves and monsters while wielding huge swords. (or in some cases, whacking sticks.)

Sometimes, however, I get weird little daydreams. Very weird dreams that don't quite make sense and don't fit into the 'plot' of my 'main' dream, and are much more entrancing and vivid. These strange little glimpses into abstraction are a large inspiration for my poems and their rhythm, however I've only written one poem about said daydreams and it had considerably lower quality than normal. (The poem I'm talking about is the second part of 'Cling'.)

Because of how difficult they are to describe I've abandoned the poetic format, leaving them written in a similar style to 'Lust for Violence' except without all the parallel structure that makes it, technically, a poem. I ask you to look at them anyways, and I hope you find them as odd and beautiful as I do.