I don't have anything to write about.
Empty inside and out.
Not really though.

Imagery pops in my head
soap bubble phrases
catacomb caterpillars
kaleidoscoping wings
butterflie tangerine taste
gossamer
blah blah blah.

Nothing to think about.
Confusion.
Aggression.

So tired, wired wide awake.
Afraid
of my own head
Tired.
Instead sleep,
or don't.

I love you.
Even tho
I know it hurts you
when i write this.