NEW DEGAS

A late night cereal binge has once again left me in front of the kitchen sink, bawling my eyes out, wondering if the ego is, a prison for the wanderlusted, the children hiding in crystal castles, with broken windows from all the late night conversations that we were into, investors of our futures, the liars and new rulers, telephone jewelers, social media ruse, twitter rocketships launched into delusions, deluge of the forsaken and poorly inclusive - do you expect a saviour out of all of these illusions? I am every day doubting my existence I believe that roots are needed to feel like you belong I used to see my mother as my hero until she chased me with a knife I used to love my father with my whole heart until he threatened to kill me I used to live hopefully I used to enjoy riding on the carts from groceries I used to be a virgin I used to want to see the best in every person I used to be a child I used to have a hope that would swell with every smile