and we'll paint the blue prague blank?

general sense of well being
disaster
everything falls through the cracks
battle ships collapse
and fall into sea
not charged at all, not full of efficiency
and it's all test,
to see how far beyond the drawn line in the sand
with the toe
how far beyond the rotation and everyday occurrence
we will not all go
click click dash
none of this will last
and the neurons flowing through our bodies
the white blood cells will collapse upon themselves
and die
eventually
in the mean time
we move like outer planets around our solar plexus
and i can feel through my finger tips
desire
love
laughter
hate
dislike
emotional collapse
this is just a way to tell ourselves that everything will be alright
a way to make everything
okay
a way to feel comfortable in our shells
when even our shells are horrible things in themselves
a way for me to be fine
a way for me not to destroy
everything
absolutely everything
and everyone
that i enjoy