Of only I knew what it felt like to be at the jaws of death would I know what it feels like to live

I jump at every opportunity like it’s an empty trampoline park

I dream of life without morose or with an adventageous sort of way

As Thoreau said “the mass of men lead quiet lives of desperation”

But reaching the end is reaching out with no destination

Here lies the beast of all that is grand

We all know she’s to be damned

Suddenly she’s sent to die

Shaking in her sickly sighs

Playing mother may I with my own brain

Trying to scream but I know that I sound insane

Im touched by god with banal and egregiousness

24/7 I’m eating at my own vividness

I’m too much too effervescent

“Keep quiet” or “stay in the present”

But what if I don’t want to

My imagination is intricate like each tiny string on a spiders web

I skip to the future with my jump rope of guilt

My melodic poems come from the other side of my head

The side that wants to go back

wants to relive

Wants to remember.

I wanna finish it but I don’t know what to do 🤷‍♀️

Edit: I finished it 😁