Trying

A jumble of confusion,

dreams,

and people.

Thrown into my world

as I repeatingly starve for words.

I toss these words

bleached with emotion

into heavy waters.

I open the heavy, aerosol cans of Neverland;

They burst in my face

allowing for overfilled tears begin to dwindle.

Rapids of relief and surveillance

take over me.

I become active in slaughtering my nerves

I almost taste stablity and serenity.

After I finish this hidden aspect of mine,

I sit back and watch my angry world take control

once

again.