Summary: An early work. A musing on being confused. I was confused upon re-reading this and then re-writing this from a long time ago. It contains questionable grammar use and cringeness. | Word Count: 138
Unscrupulous lighting rumbles and tumbles about having been chaotically freed.
Dangerous arc-flashes bolt around, every explosion causes my mind to bleed.
Sending the nerves spinning round and around like a merry go wheel that’s been turbo speed-ed.
Flaring emotions that burst as a sonic boom when held down too long – afterwards my mind is dead – completely impeded.
The outcome is sickening as an apathetic virus that disorients the mind and clouds up my iris with an unseen fog which grows thick weeds once the chaos has been seeded.
These indescribable and uncanny feelings overcome me like something is skateboarding on my grey matter gyrus.
All I can do is write down these impulsive signals and hide it like an ancient papyrus.
Confusion swings through this mental headspace like I do through life – can’t I have a peaceful desirous?
Off Beat Off Kilter 