When does just enough become too much? Wanting, needing.. is there really even an appropriate boundary to be placed on said things? The definition between the two is arguably not concrete; the nature of each differs from person to person. What about desire isn't selfish, yet what about desire isn't natural? Is there a definite line that marks where philanthropy and self-preservation meet? Are they separate entities entirely? Are they simply woven together? After all, how can you have one without the other? I've a very muddled view of everything at present. I feel light-headed and weary. Too weary to sleep. Oh, the axiomatic insomnia: very anti-climatic.
In a completely disjointed conclusion: here's some nonsense.
I'm an eruption of color and madness,
Skating along the brink of sanity
Reading the questions that lie
beyond what you
Mint blades of grass etch the soles
of my feet with their whining,
and through the vale shine
sprouts of truth.
My thoughts were taken up by the night,
Devoured in disarray, without cessation
in between the sky's chomping lips.
Each idea now falls down from this tree of
idealism I'm sitting under. Overripe and
seedless fruit; an amalgam of rights who
wronged, resolved into red delicious.
Sometimes when I am lonely, I take a bite,
and rest assured I'll lose myself sour in
investigatory taste buds. I digest an
indescribable desire ---
This could explode a conglomerate mess,
Sculpting identities with molten modesty,
And falling behind the faces of a
Convenient cognomen or two.
Until then, I mull the texture in my mouth,
and remember to nearly forget to swallow.
I would answer tomorrow's query
if it weren't for your swift
I need a violent violet remedy,
I'm beginning to feel sick