Im trying ot fix me, this is the poetry pharmacy. Im giving out my own prescriptions and I can't see there is risk of overdose. I already did it. I am a part of this world and also know that I am a part of something else.
I consume poetry like drugs and I dispense it in equal measure. I covet this thing like a dragon covets treasure and I am all the better for it.
I am born, live and relive the dream, a drug induced psychopathy of love and romance and me swaying in the middle of my illusion. I seek a reality but I seek truth and sometimes that shatters it.
So it is just me and my pharmaceuticals, no remorse and no recourse. High on the illusion of truth in words.