Just a little something I wrote.
Shipwrecked, an island of distractions
Hating the idea of clearing my head
Different? Not an option.
Lost my balance once,
Never again
Getting far too complacent
Falling under the normalcy contract
Machines help me think
Grainy transmissions
Because the wires are not my own
A half-truth of a self, built out of.
Wood rotted with memories
And nails rusted with hurt
Sand - thick as thieves
Water - cloudy thinking
Salty wind tearing at my believing skin
The shores of preconceived ideas
Drawing me deeper and deeper
into.






