rosa pärlglans, 

solsken genom honung, 

ögon som droppar havsglitter
en orm som vrider på sig i smärta och
en vit kanin med blodmun och vilda ögon 
ironisk kosmisk rättvisa
äntligen,
äntligen är det vi som har makten

Here's a messy collection of things I wrote the other day when I was Not having a good day.

I wish I weren't real
I wish I didn't have arms legs teeth bones blood I wish I were nothing
I just really really really think I was meant to be a ghost
Don't touch me don't listen to me don't look at me I'm nothing let me be a void

I'm not even really sad I just want to stop existing
I'll give you the words I have left: grey broken VOID fading hollow VAPID and VOID

It's an incurable feeling of not belonging. Even if I ever did belong somewhere I couldn't have noticed because I was too busy thinking about how I don't belong anywhere.

I just want to be something pretty to look at. Untouchable. Hollow. I don't want to be filled with anything. Just Ethereal. Just pieces of something you can't collect. But I can't even be that. I'm so human it hurts so bad. I'm not cinematic. I'm just this body

I may not be EVERYTHING
I may not be PERFECTION
BUT I AM REAL I AM SOMETHING AND IT IS ENOUGH TO BE SOMETHING, anything. I am enough I am not hollow I EXIST