….running in my head…

my flights of fancy

cloud my reality,

my anger, my fears, my paranoia,

pave my streets,

nobody knows it,

nobody sees it,

i am shouting words and deeds,

painting a dream,

So I smile because I have worded out a page

strung along your eyes,

they follow my words and piss your mind off,

“why am i even reading this”

I braided or maybe weaved my emotions

into mask for my head..

my personal halo is

spoken into existence by my thoughts

i am not ashamed that i can speak,

And feel,

And believe

that life is about love…

And I have plenty..

Disjointed, disfunctional or even hard to pinpoint,

so i just do..

and like I said though it might have not worked this time…

So I smile because I have worded out a page

strung along your eyes,

they've follow my words and pissed your mind off,

And you asking

“why am i even reading this”