if things are
orderly
i pick apart
the edges until
it all falls to pieces.

yet i thrive in
chaos.

if given the time
to overthink myself
into oblivion
i will most certainly
obliterate existence.

when thrust into
roiling chaos
i snatch disparate
threads to weave
into abstract wonder.

i feed off of my
environment
because i have no sense
of self.

and chaos must be
obeyed.