Milkshakes

Poetry rambleness.

I remember a time
where everything was
almost like fine wine
growing from silky vines

I intertwine
my mind
with miscellaneous objects
and laugh in the face
of clashiness

Sing me a note
in which I can
breath in
ecstasy
and let down my walls
of a tormented nothingness
of a brave little person
who is but a speck
in this world
Erase my memories
of pain and non existant emotions

This beautiful world
for what exists
and to exist
put on a suit of armor
and be protected
from tormented enemies
of thines own selves