• The fire in the pit is cold
    The fire in my chest is burning
    Too many colors
    Too many thoughts
    The walls are fluid with color and texture
    The forward and back
    The left and right
    My head is hurting
    Small pins in my head
    Pins and needles
    Everything runs sublime and fast
    I am happy
    I am terrified
    I hate my love
    Feelings and emotions intertwine
    The sound of taste
    The smell of touch
    The feel of color
    The sight of pain
    Too familiar
    Too fast
    I’m tired
    I want to get off
    The bus is too bumpy
    The line doesn’t work and the driver stopped listening
    My shouts are muted
    My skulls on fire
    The managers angry
    He’s a jerk
    The smoke around his head makes me dizzy
    I hate my love
    Breath of love
    The love of breath
    Live two and the same
    The worlds spinning opposite
    They don’t understand
    They never will
    I hate my love
    But my love still loves me