Waking Sleep Paralysis
it’s crazy to me the frequency with which we
arbitrarily switch between
high energy and utter lethargy.
this illusion keeps us disillusioned.
not good at all is always good enough
but
a diet of only hope
won’t keep us from becoming bones.
the zeitgeist is chronically ill.
our shells are brittle.
words are bullets
they just aren’t strong enough to blast through
what we need them to.
we search for higher caliber metaphors.
whether this is all practiced magic, fate, coincidence,
or meaningless
depends only on which words we choose to call it.