Full Force

Imprinted into my desired slumber I lie here; awake distracted by the simple fact that I can write In a way that each bone completes every sentence of my structure and my blood flows, intricately into everything and everyone else and it's paralyzing I've doused myself in a seasonal dressing Coating me in a way that I have to accept the personal concept, that I'm fearless, but I fear the way you glance my way almost as if, you're uncertain with your life I'm uncertain, too but because of the fact that life is messing me up, like a week old pile of laundry, cleaned; now, the crumb catcher awfully cluttered I woke up today and it's quite funny, because I'm considering slipping away into nothingness, but I chose, once again to feel okay