visual snow & dissociation
the sky sparkles & i am nothing again : a camera in my head.
somewhere a cellphone rings like trumpets : i ascend to the heaven
i never believed in : but i do not feel the gentle breeze
in my hair or the golden rays soak my skin : i still don’t believe.
the sparkles feel like numbness : touch is just a pressure.
i am welcomed to the land of catatonia : again & again. heaven still
bores me until i snap out of it. : run my fingers through his hair.
kiss his forehead : palm on his bare chest : heartbeat. heartbeat.
Bailey Grey is a bipolar software developer living in Virginia with her boyfriend, a puppy, and a grumpy old cat.
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