I wonder if the words feel
the weight of all my expectations.
Is this finally perfection
framed in pixelated pages?
I made the stars glitter.
Like Pharaoh kept the seasons,
and Venus was his throne.
A dance of words and phrases.
Each insecurity built like
a house of cards for me to live in.
I stutter and stop, reliving
ages in the moment of failure.
Rogue thoughts, Comets.
An impersonal universe to Understand.
