A Title.

Flat head. Flat face. Flat mind,

Yet buzzing all the time.

"What am I doing here?

It's okay,

you know it's going to be fine."

Abundance.

An abundance of thoughts, ideas, blown out exaggerations. An abundance of time, of space, of preposterous limitations.

Spinning. Disorientated. Wasps stinging my tongue.


Do I go where my feet go?
Or do I stay

where my mind wanders.