I'm a fast-forward wreck with my head in the sane. Grainy visions overlaid on my eyelids, set the layer to burn. Eyes like telescopes, each layer magnifying a new detail. Watch a grain of sand, miss the whole damn beach. I grew up familiar with the ocean but now it terrifies me. I'm scared the only emotion I know how to feel sometimes is fear. A feature-length film etched into my corneas, but I never have the right words. Castaway all hesitation.
I've got stardust in my veins. Not in a cosmic, "fated-to-be" way, but in the way stars sometimes go supernova.
This blood doesn't feel right. Using light from the door to read at night, wishing my hair was shorter and I was bright. Your parents just have the worst luck. Better cover it up.
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