tuning into sanity

i’m losing you

crackling, like radio signal

only I’m able to hold on just enough to send me through insanity

it’s enough to know how it was, 

and enough to see where I’m going

it’s the [im]perfect balance of past&&future

the torture of the ultimate equilibrium

make no mistake

for this is no content state of mind

this debatably perfect instability

this nonchalant artwork in human form

none of it is actually true

it’s all just words on paper

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completed 205AM (OCT 6TH 09)

Thomas A. Bradley.