Inhale Exhale

It's hard to speak when my mind uses experience and thoughts as a whip The sleepless nights I've created for myself and others I can't omit I can close my eyes to imagine grassy fields but I know that the sun is hollow I spread words of warning so other people can learn and I'm not followed Because, damn it, how can I breath if every exhale creates a tornado My vision is blurry and the room is a mess, colors mix and create brown tones I can't have glasses so I always have to run in blind and speed past hieroglyphs They sit down and remember what I've done to them. I run knowing I might run off a cliff