A Beautiful Conundrum

Awake! Awaken! I want to glide through wet sand. Bombard me with smiles, horror, ecstasy, tears, screams, shouts. Come, come to me my pretty. Grab my spine dammit! Whip me into shape, I want my body to tremble. Deep in the core of my earth I will kick and pound. My voice is a chupacabra ferociously clawing its way through my teeth. Goodnight is not an option, I will not sleep. Oh hell no not this little black sheep. I want you to stare straight into my skin. Intense isn't it? Don't you feel the heat? Touch me. It's right here, a jamsession of blood pumping through my arteries. Feels nice you know, to have such a peculiar muse living inside of me. A muse that screws with me, with my perception of reality. It makes me laugh when i'm ill, makes me sob when i'm joyful. Nonsense! That's what she brings me utter nonsense. Confusion, chaos, disorder, hailstorms, twisters, and all that B.S. But it's okay, I like it, it keeps me on my toes, it prevents me from plummeting deep into a pit of coal. The screeching of chalkboards. And now it's about that time again; quail eggs, with toast and some butter, a perfectly balanced meal. So get ready and get set to run, to launch to Bangkok, someplace so far away. Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. To non-infinity and non-beyond. You are back where you started you understand? This is living. Failure, running straight into a barbed wall. These are just common Vexations. I can't even cross that golden finish line! I'm not gonna win, I'm not gonna wake up. There is no music. No flutes, no pianos, no xylophones, no harmony. So hun, i guess we'll lay deep into the ocean. Just You and me. Do me a favor, look straight into my skin again. You feel nothing, zilch, zero, nada. It's probably best to sleep tonight.