my mind
dances
with chaotic
energy
striving
to both
upturn
the apple cart
and help sort
the apples in
a more fun way
life is far
too rigid
crystalline
and only truly
appreciated
as it has passed
by then it has
become brittle
painful yet still
we clutch onto
the bittersweet
nostalgia of
a past irrevocably
fucked up by our
own bleeding hands

instead
i choose to
leave scars
across the day
for others
to wonder over
no intent
except for
striking a
balance between
the impossibilities
and futulities
floudnering in
momentary forevers
resisting existance
rather than simply
existing for spite
by setting fire to
the status quo

be the chaos
you wish to see
in the world
leave little trails
molotovdreamdander
across the absurdity
saturated sky