Some days, I am a birthday candle in a wind tunnel
Others, I am the wildfires started by gender reveals gone wrong
Sanity exists in an hourglass for me – the sands drop not of time but as a reminder that an invisible hand can shake the granules between sane and in-sane whenever. I stare like I’m playing a game of chicken, but really… I think some of that sand got into my eyes. I brush, futilely.
…Sorry, dear, I was miles away there.
I say it’s a poem because it is easier than trying to explain how painful it can be to try to find a mask that fits.
I’m a hermit crab using a bong for a shell, I suppose.
My kingdom, my kingdom, I tell you, I’ll trade it. For a time when just for once, the goddamn pieces just fucking fit.
What the fuck-a-fuck-a
this is equal parts hilarious and poignant. and the Misery meme was the cherry! 🙂
Ahh thank you my friend! That means the world to me!