Frayed ends of sanity

Incoherent gibberish,
garbled words,
scrambled syllables,
and ramblings blurrr…

Floating away,
in spaces beyond,
where my eyes can’t focus;
Whence I am from;

I lie in-sane,
dreaming of sunflowers,
and white-snow-cocaine;

Rush of blood to my head,
light as feathers are my feet,
gliding above the rest,
I drown in my pseudo-random-mystique.

Somewhere in time,
somewhere far away,
where the light and dark prance together;


By: Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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