[rest in peace to myself that was myself when i found myself before i ruined myself] she rests under layers of confusion a brown muck stuck in the crevices of her every being she does not lie in the earthly ground instead, she roams the passages and smiles everyone’s empty smile but if you look closely the pillows beneath her eyes are filled by the dried up tears that were washed away by her nighttime visions if you look closely if you care to look closely if you dig deeper than the surface if you just care to look deeper than her dependability if you step away from her stale pillar of imaginary strength if you care you’ll see how her euphoria travels through the corners of her once waling lips, through her once wet cheeks, kisses the pillow beneath her eyes and then stops. euphoria doesn’t live in her eyes anymore serenity doesn’t live there anymore sanity doesn’t live there anymore her eccentric soul is covered by a heavy worldly muck it used to be in tune with the beauty of the earth the earth that people ignore the true earth beyond the surface beyond the people she used to sing her problems away — a song filled by sunshine — a rainbow — a serenity the serenity she kept a secret her (space) self alas , that girl is dead but not gone and not forgotten resurrect her .
