You are the vacant space between your bed and the universe
You are not oppressed by gravity
Because there is very little of you to pull
At first
I thought you had a creative mind
Maybe you do
But right now I only hear drugs talking
You are afraid to be wild
Unless it sits on your tongue in a square
Your laugh is as temporary as the white powder under your nose
Inhale
Explosive like fear
Exhale
Gone again
Your experiences sit out on the table
you gesture to your collection
“This jar is full of laughter”
“This box has colors”
“This glass is for a relaxing stream of consciousness”
you look at me and think
“This girl simulates love”
You sit on your bed
Eyes blank
Wondering which emotion to take today
