paper bag

© Zoe Wiseman- Todos Santos, MX

so he says we're all the same

only the names have changed

repeating the monotony

i'm excited in my calm

between the strokes of madness

and pill popping candy show

and we converge on this point where all trains stop

stop motion video watches every move 

as we sits idly by, watching time fly

she will tell you the way, when you stop to listen

she's been there before

and returned with more than just the right answers

truth

i overhear his beats pulsing mildly beside me

bored in my bound paper bag

and watching as he exhales

this hole is just small enough 

to let the last remaining breath escape

unkept

still held

careful

©CNirvana

model: the ever perfect Red~

I only drive too fast on roads that require attention

great care to swerve to the right

then back to the left

debating with this necessity to slow down

watching carefully as the arrows point in the wrong direction

maybe I am a figment of your imagination

but sometimes I feel far too real

this trajectory for all others

stagnating the one who needs it most

I put myself to bed for fear of need to sleep

and as the clocks fall back

my dreams fly forward

I'll never hold you again like that day