THE OPEN MIC CYPHER

Void · 12-13-2015, 08:30 AM

I'm never who I write about. For every mood; I write it down.
Each letter looms. It's like a cloud. I weather through this life without
the stresses you invite. I shroud my senses in fantasies.
Reality based snippets. No family. These are the limits of handling
what I'm given. I'm managing. Living through anarchy
you can't envision. I am asleep. It's prescriptions and it's weed.
It's the liquids. Why can't I think without missing. I'm canceling
Christmas. Dismantling anything that can get in or damage me.

12-13-2015, 08:30 AM	#11
Void Senior Member Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 221 Rep Power: 0	I'm never who I write about. For every mood; I write it down. Each letter looms. It's like a cloud. I weather through this life without the stresses you invite. I shroud my senses in fantasies. Reality based snippets. No family. These are the limits of handling what I'm given. I'm managing. Living through anarchy you can't envision. I am asleep. It's prescriptions and it's weed. It's the liquids. Why can't I think without missing. I'm canceling Christmas. Dismantling anything that can get in or damage me.