Glass Mind

Frighteningly fragile, apologetic porcelain, complexity of mind like a hedge maze with walls of glass, if you drop me I break, I’ve already cracked a billion times, super glue holds me together, glass has a funny way of not healing. Grey days, lonely days, silence reverberating from the ceiling days, they put a melancholy on me like a heavy weight on my chest and I…can’t…breathe… Find a door, find a window, gust of wind, a conversation, daydreams of New York City where I would never be alone, too many strangers, and strangers are far better than the monsters getting louder as their nails scrape the maze-walls between the sides of my breaking skull.