Drifting through space, thoughts on the wind, memories fluttering across the mind
Never settling on the petals of gyri, like restless butterflies – hovering over the wrinkles of corpus-callosum grey skies
Existentialism spills existence all over my brain – but the windows of solipsism confines the flood to my head
Only scepticism, leaking out through the corners of my black-hole eyes, can touch the stars.
Silent mouth. But screaming words, scribbling down insecurities and your lies
Alone- whispering I am, I am, I am, – to the beating of a heart
Watching the flames flickering, burning down buildings, pricking my finger just to feel pain
Watching this ‘world’ –
I think I’m insane.