Pious

A clustered mind is not a beneficial one

I am being chocked mentally

Thought flow through my head

Like a verbose raging riverTambling four word phrases

Jumping from noun to noun

I yearn to live for a a person

That can make me feel like piousBut instead I am shattered by irreverence

I want someone who allows themselves

To live without margins to be bereaved

Nights turn into days and I can only remember my dreamsThey seem existent creating the smell of perfume

The fumes turn into a plague overbearing my senses

With some imaginary woman who fucks me from hello

When I open my eyes I see a reflection of myself lost and motionless