i may have brain damage

the searing pain, the addled ability to think

the moon is two hundred and thirty eight thousand and nine hundred miles away

feels closer than i am to you

maybe i was concussed, suffered a subcutaneous hematoma, let my little brain rattle around in it’s bone home

possibly i read too much today in an effort to kickstart my neurons

wrote a couple thousand words but wasn’t satisfied with any of them

they rang hollow to my eyes

mired in the mud of too many thoughts and not enough answers

the best guess is brain damage

need a vacation from this headache induced psychosis

so i plan to take the day off, turn the steady dripping faucet of verbosity off for a day

see how normal people function for a bit

it all just seems to fall apart around me, this house of dreams is as unsubstantial as dusty recollections

i tried to give myself to her but she changed her mind

i never stood a chance even as i tried to convince myself i did

instead i was cast away

left to nurse a migraine alone in this empty cell called home

brain damage, certifiably inane, crushed by a crush and set aside like an unwanted plaything

live by the words, die by the wordsmith