jevinart

I know I could be better If I'd only take my pills but I'm thinking that the advent of sanity Is quite against my will. I'd rather go on settled that life is meant this way— I'll keep this hollow tumbling with the patches of decay. I should be passing judgment on The synapses in my head but I know they're not worthy of A reasonable defense; Their wandering disposition etches a troubling maze That scours the soundness From the deepest tissue veins— I could fault them for their lack of An assured, formulatic march but I'm sure their intentions Are never far from off— Despite their fragmentation, Their measured rambling, The