(Expressing for an anonymous friend)
I have proacted drama involuntarily, or so I say
Because my choices do not make me look good at all;
And Euthanasia disguised as Euphoria lays its stage,
Bringing forth all players in my head, all dressed as fools.
Their dialogues are noises, though one meaning they accord:
My fate is seared. I am not wanted. Please make it change!
…But I can never change her who
Had made me, at every second split,
Aware that I try to breathe
And aware that I’m unaware.
You may close those shutters on your face
But I will pass through,
paint scenarios in your cerebellum,
[hypothalamus on overdrive] can I?
I want to be the air that crawls and sneaks upon your every cell,
first touch of your first air exhaled,
….and all next!
I will not stop,
making myself comfortable in this
pounding mass of life,
I’m welcome I know….
So you may put a closure on those lashed feats,
I’ll still get through,
magnified in deep,
[sigh] I hope you are not sober for the reason I am not toxic
but high though I am not a drug.
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