a mess of note cards
stacked on the table
all waiting and sitting
around for the one day you might actually take the time to read them. to make something worth looking at. worth reading. piling up into dusty castles that eventually collapse. spilling over onto the floor and becoming useless. can't you see what you do to me? can't you see that the shapes have changed.
i can no longer create order with my thoughts. the artwork is a blur of lesser quality. i lack the patience to make anything stable. my control has unleashed a transparent film over my body. preserving what's inside... saving the blood for another day.