I used to deny I was special.
It made me feel so covert.
Like I was
emptying myself to play a role.
To be honest, I think I might have been a great actor.
they are beautiful on their own or
from a distance.
The garden of tapping
Headless chickens on bus or corner or hall, though.
They make me feel I am slowly
Becoming more and more unique.
But I feel so lethargic in it… as though
I am a marionette made up of body parts,
all from varying ages in my part.
And my adult head is hung up by a hook,
Like something out of Hellraiser,
And I am directed to and from locations.
Hung up on this and that. A set of
tracks like a subway guiding me in predictability.
A stock character.
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