tipped

in this dark place i feel at home. i feel surrounded and cut off from everything that makes me uneasy. i feel able to extend my fingers and create shapes and patterns. colors and hues. i decide what's detrimental to the delayed thought process enveloping my actions and precautions. and i've decided it is.

i know what i am, but not how i was made. i don't know who manufactured me or who glued me together with enormous magnification lenses. i don't know how i fit in here or how i came to be here. but here i am. surrounded and living. i'm a ship in a bottle, and i'm stuck.

forever trapped, am i. and forever free, i am.

i'm fucking with light switches. living in the darkness and the light. making a life out of balance.