Twenty Four

Adulting is hard.

Twenty Four

Grasping at smoke.

Wrangling a water snake.

The floor is the ceiling.

Why can't I recognize my face?

Flux is constant.

Chaos is stable.

Uranium wants to be Iron.

Will the shaking ever stop?

The world is a splattered canvas,

of abstract streaks of color.

Weird. Confusing.

Alien.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Caroline]

I love the imagery, here.

[Alexander Dillon]

Thank you Caroline!

[alanwgraham]

Ha Ha - I like it Alexander. life seems like that at times (most of the time!). Apres moi le chaos!
Cheers,
Alan

[Alexander Dillon]

Thanks Alan, glad that you enjoyed it.