anonymity or infamy

anonymity 

or infamy 

though dichotomy

significant reality

two paths for me

still never free 

aerials you shouldn't miss

shoot me in the head, all I see is red

bones dancing grave, adhdrave

you know I'm not the same, not sane

particles ripping in collisions atomically

pill popping, limbs snapping eventually

backbreak in a similar vein to big bane

waiting to find direction from weather vanes

and shit talking NPCs playing games

I got more solutions than playing minesweeper

for eighty days, eighty nights of sleepless

sleep talking walking stalking distorted

shadows perceiving me with illusions

that intoxicate my collective identity

making me lose names like socks

slipping through the interdimensional 

tear in my couch

I wonder how many keys I'll find like

loose change between those cushions

oh there's the remote

they used to follow me, they still do, but they used to, to

I used to see them all the time. Feel their presence. Following me every time I was alone. Shadows like bodies, and every time, it felt like they were literally being seized out of my brain, that I was generating them, yet I had no control and I was afraid. Then...they stopped. I don't know why. But every time I'm alone at night, I find myself randomly staring at the base of the door...waiting...

I need a dog

work doodles today

work has been going fine, surprisingly