I feel like a fish.
I’m looking for the rabbit hole in which to throw myself down into.
I’m tumbling head-first into a cloud.
I’m being crushed by intangibles.
I don’t know whether to close my eyes or to grab at the light.
I’m taking in the taste of crushed yellow flowers and bees’ regurgitation.
I’m tired; yet I’m alive.
I have general purposes; yet I have a conscious mind.
I have slept, but the exhaustion is still here.
I have eaten, but I’m never hungry.
I love, but I also despise.
I think I’m trapped, yet I enjoy the consistency.
I want to be elbow deep in water and roll around in desert sand.
I fantasize about being struck by lightning or bothering to wear lipstick everyday.
I want to be an unassuming badass.
I’m my own hero, villain and victim.