Brain Soup

Originally published October 25th 2019

My brain, is like spaghetti, a tangled disaster of emotion, trauma and self destructive devotion,

One minute,

fluid and clear, the next, muggy and bogged down with what they call a violent aggression of self hatred.

Maybe this is me, maybe this is us both,

Barely functioning at all or funtioning at the speed of sound.

Atleast we’re never boring, huh?

Yeah, we’re never boring

Torture yourself again, love, i know how it feels to be abhorring

I know how delicious the pain is, when you find yourself feeling, feelings youve never known

I know your struggles, man, i live them too,

Brought up, spat out and left to putrefy.

I wanna die, i think that maybe we should try?

The soup in my mind, thick with potential,

Potential to be influencial, affluential, sentimental

Or a dismal wreck of nothing, numb and cold, dead but breathing.

Aint no in between, we, doomed to remain functional but not humanly possible.