" REALITY CHECK "

MY FINGERS QUICKLY GROW TIRED -

LOSING THEIR GRIP ON REALITY.

I STRUGGLE TO PULL MYSELF UP - INTO A DREAMWORLD,

MY MIND REFUSES TO THINK RATIONALLY.

FLIPPING THROUGH IDEAS, LIKE IMAGES ON A TV -

CONSTANTLY CHANGING CHANNELS -

NEVER STOPPING AT ONE IMAGE.

LOOKING OVER THE LEDGE -

IS IT ANY DIFFERENT DOWN THERE AS IT IS UP HERE?

ARE THE ONES ROAMING THE STREETS JUST AS FUCKED UP AS ME?

I HOLD MY ARMS OUT - GRACEFULLY -

STEPPING TO THE EDGE AND GETTING READY TO TAKE THE PLUNGE INTO

REALITY.

I PUT MY ARMS BACK DOWN TO MY SIDE,

STEPPING AWAY FROM THE LEDGE.

REALITY IS SOMETHING I CHOOSE TO DIVE INTO,

I WILL STAY CONTENT IN CONFUSION.

I PACE THE ROOFTOP,

BITING MY FINGERNAILS AND PULLING MY HAIR UNTIL I CAN’T STAND

THE PAIN.

MY EYES TEARING AT THE LOSS OF MY MIND -

A FRIEND FROM LONG AGO THAT REFUSES TO COME HOME.