When I’m depressed I go to sleep.It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.I don’t ever want to wake up again.Because whenever I’m awakePsychosis pulls me into darkness.So, I go to sleep!...

Unsighted eyes these are!Blind with hallucinationsyet so perceptive of beauty.I cannot recognize reality,yet surrealism takes a definite form to me.I don’t want to live like this forever.It is not at all what I imaginedwhen I was very young.I dreamed...

     Possessing a diagnosis that makes you feel like you’re living on the dark side of the moon. Psychosis! Why does she stay with me?     Possessing this thunder in your heart with the hope that one day...

A single page entrycould make a novelof a thousand pageswritten in vanity.Kept out of sightfrom tenacious eyeswhich clawits delicate words.It is the gold kept lockedbutton by buttonwithin my being.There is no combination to this safe.As it is with the...