I am trying to make a difference in myself but I cannot seem to do it however hard I try
The all-important difference – that absolute get-out-of-everywhere-free card
A ninety-mile-an-hour mind was my life
So fucked up it’s a little bit crazed
A whole lot fukd
And on I write, picking up these weird ass pieces as I go – or attend to doing
So fucking frozen and utterly non-conformist, lost it all so soon as the imbalance bargained upon working its way out
I sat, frozen solid and entirely brain-locked, still holding a millionth pen
Wishing, willingness to create organised chaos
They say that the real brilliant people are the ones who let it all go, this need to see themselves as above another person
Try being forever held below by something indescribable – hand on my heart I was nothing but half here, half insane only the insane showed the constant and never-ending portraiture of my face
Searching for a formula and taking all the words at far too many face-values altogether
When I value the word but value it’s ability to be something entirely separate far more – unimaginably yet imaginatively different, breaking that glass ceiling
Mixing stream of conscience with professional writing
Landing this far-fetched thing
This break, bounce of the line
One of
A kind.
