Your Hair Is An Act Of God.

There Is An Objective Reality In Which My Body And Mind Are One. But I Am Not Here And Never Have Been.

I Am The Beast At The End Of The Rope.

Only Love Can Save Me And Love Has Destroyed Me.

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind