Camelot

Camelot

Friday, February 19, 2016

Extra Fine Blue

I've disappeared
Misty vapors
Into my day to day
Existence

Sporadically
Flickering
Towards reality

Animated

My mind
A blank canvas
With knotted
Imperfections
Occasionally
Painted with
Extra fine blue
0.38

Sometimes
With the light fingers
Of consciousness
But there are times
When the hand
Is heavy with lunacy
Piercing through
Gut wrenching
Thoughts

Wavering
On the line
Between
Inner and outer
Characters

Internally

Craving solitude

Outwardly

An outgoing
Life force

Conflicted

I am
Quite comfortable
In my own skin

But is my skin
Comfortable with me?


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