Galaxy Of Manipulative Martians

Dear Reader,

Welcome into the galaxy of scattered dreams and floating confusions that piece up my existence. The following poem anthologies are a sip of homemade poison, from the full bowl of my life. Overall, it gives you a taste of how it feels to be controlled by inanimate things and people around you, and what it may lead you to become. Yet, little did I know that drinking this poison helped me unlock confused thoughts about life, and also help in figuring out who I really am deep on the inside. I used memories, related to one important topic from my present and past, to aid me in forming poems. I thought memories would be great if I wanted to find myself. So I had to dig into my brain whether I liked it or not.

I’ve been writing about this for weeks, wondering how I have managed to not get locked up in an asylum up until now. When I noticed that storing everything all up in my brain was the true asylum I was trapped in. However, freely scribbling down these words me less scared of myself, but more scared of my pen that found the key to my asylum door. I’ve learned to sever away my confused thoughts from what my focus is, earning a stable mind. I’m finally able to piece together the stardust particles, of my galaxy, into the star it once was.

Best,

A for Anonymous