As if being down-to-earth
is diminishing our souls
as if it was an insult to us
to degrade to the earthiness and materialism
myopic day-to-day
no, we can’t live like that
but what are the alternatives
only to daydream
in a confused fantasy
the option is the inability to be free in this unfreedom
cause we were not born rich
cause the Russians took our things
and killed our souls with stones
I’ 12 and I’m very depressed
love fantasy
jesus
pills
creating an altar
but my sister is not into religion
orange carpet
and I
loneliness
almost masculine
harsh
the imagination
of the catholic church
is rigid
i need more spring
more spring flowers and water
but not to holy mary
this men in white gowns must be very sad
priests
boys in entrapment
A gargantuan hole in my head
the truth is:
dark is my hair
the truth is:
human I am
the truth is:
I live on earth
the truth is:
no much else
the else is a hallucination
a daydream
a lie
king-size, bulky, mountainous messcommunication
a truth without the spell check
Today the air is detached and I am removed
my head gets excited then bumps
it’s hard to finish a thought my insides are confused
all I have left is my intellect
comforting me
that this world is real
I am real
and he who is softly sleeping in his tiny bed
is real too.
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