Lucidity

I personally cannot fathom what it’s like to be normal,
Neither can you.

What does it mean to be formal?
What is actually true.

Why can’t I defend my heart,
As it spills down these sleeves.

When I disappear to a land apart,
Bright nothingness, and colorless leaves.

It seems so dreary,
Existence.

As the world spins completely,
I am.
My only resistance.

-JaY-