I show myself in parts, shattered mirror pieces
Seeking wholeness, to only find holes, blackholes
My edges are outlined in tripwire
There is no map to this terrain, only my self manifested reality
I’m somewhere, yet not here
I perpetually glue myself together, in doses of hopes in finding lost shards
To bridge the chasm grown betwixt
All that was and will be
Galaxies between myself and the world
Universes between myself and I
A character in someone else’s dream
A thought in a melancholy mind
Growing someone else’s hair?
Fully embodied within this space vehicle?
Dissociated splintered soul.