.sdrawkcab

These days I seem all mixed up My ducks aren’t in a row. Like peanut butter without jelly. Like summer paired with snow. In my world up is down. Left and right are all the same. Math is art, Art is science, and I don’t know who to blame. In this place, it seems so strange, the sky is green, the grass is blue. Everything is backwards. I just don’t know what to do. A very happy unbirthday to me. I turned minus 1 from twenty-three. Childhood is about to unstart. Look out world, here I be.