Sometimes I wish I could wake up,but magically I am already awake.
I mistake this reality for just another waiting room to a next state of mind.I mistake the little puzzle pieces I find as dirt particles released from the toxic clouds in the sky.
I mistake my life as the battleground on which I send bloodlusting hounds out to destroy.
But sometimes,sometimes there is a moment in which I realize all of this.
And in those moments I take the eyelids off of my eye,store them safely inside
the closet and before I leave,stick a picture of me into the wallet in case I forget myself on the way.

I chased butterflies when I was younger.Until they made me know how much stronger they are with their network of airfilled veins.
So the butterflies chased me.With their tiny nets and
panama explorer hats.They tracked me down.And with a frown said.We'll come again,when there are more colours on your skin.This way there's no use for you , in our gallery.


Nova