I am in a state of
swimming in my own head
My brain engulfed in a
bog of dark purple
Everything I touch turning into clouds
The sounds producing a constant echo in my head
My mind, a singular note focused on the words she says
like my eyes at a speck on the wall
The pen knows what I am going to say
My feet away from the ground.
My tongue swollen up for want of water
The smell of fresh fabric wafts to my nose
I am alone, I am not alone
A room of many people, no words, just an echo.
Sped up, slow down, constantly in a state of delay.
The past and future do not exist, and neither does the now.
My mind now contains nothingness,
But I am located in the present that becomes past every second.
Is this what it likes to finally feel happy?
YOU ARE READING
This is me.
RandomHere are a collection of slam poems or short stories about me. Ashley Green. The author.