She Tells Me I'm Her Cowardly Lion

wasted equilibrium

influx of paranoia

trust unbound

a

single

thought

you

can

not

run

from

she

slip into something more comfortable-

like you in the morning when the sun is peeking over the horizon splashing color across the landscape

oh no, here it comes again!

(this is where i usually stop writing because of my fear of dropping off the edge of my paper)

rat piss!

as i sit here in this eternal night

i sometimes forget who is real

shadows will fool you like that

where was the balance?

how did the boogeyman get in here?

i'm sorry, i just don't believe you

"i do believe in spooks. i do believe in spooks. i do, i do, i do!"