A Poem Inspired By the End of a Bridge

pouring out my mind putting the world on hold all of me is empty and hollow it feels good to not remember i am in deep and happy like island time resting my left hand writing with my right hand acting like an ambidextrous tease it feels good to act strange for the main purpose of personal humor i am in deep and happy like island time sleeping on my stomach using my latest read as a pillow ebony seashell fantasies inspired by white snow fluorescence it feels good to rest the body and submit to its request for obvious honesty i am in deep and happy like island time