adrena

Montage




To the world




From the world, piece by piece, created in my living room. . .who are you that keeps waking me from my dreams, the nightmares I have grappled with and finally overtaken, now guiding me into years, before I am dead people need to hear these things, does anyone else out there know what I know, are you reading what I am reading? There is a sage sitting next to you and they don't know that I know, they never will, they are a fool, like me




There are moments I need again. . . alone. . . with unjudging people. . .i think you call them friends. . . I hope I know someone willing to fit that. . . I do not want you to shut me down after I leave, please talk to me, tell me I am wrong, tell me that you know the truth and that you will let it out when you are near me. . . in moments of quiet, where we do not talk for minutes, drinking something warm from cardboard cups, looking at each other and away, nothing meant just a glimpse. . . I want to grab your face and look deep, you think I have caught you doing something. . .never the case, I want to read into your mind, that place you want to keep safest of all, furthest from me. . .its no good