Hope

See I'm at a position where a physician isn't the answer...my only answer is having forlorn glances towards a sea of obscurity because I'm unsure when the next ray of hope will come...hope is simply a facade...a cop out...a way to provide stability towards the unstable...to ensure the ones who are unsure...why pursue hope in a world destitute of certainty?...such an incredulous act seems feasible in the minds of the pursuer...maybe I'm crazy for searching deep within myself for that glimmer of hope which could be the catalyst to my life...maybe I'm facetious for trying to establish such a feat...because this is the same kid who suffered from an identity crisis...his whole swag is frivolous...Chunky to Chunk sizzle to Sizzle to CL...the dude who entered withdrawals because his mindset wasn't in the same class as his peers...the dude whose fear of being neglected interfered with the logic of being accepted...yeah I'm that dude whose trying to find hope...

Addiction

My hands are moving profusely...my eyes widen...my nostrils flare...I stare blankly at the wall, dying in need...my last dose was a week ago...Tuesday to be exact...people claim I have a morbid mentality...an abstract understanding of reality...reality is merely vague in my eyes...because of addiction...addiction to what?...the usage of diction which livens my lackluster canvas...elusive imagery which presents itself in the form of Hughes and Baldwin...I mean my mind is engrossed in these tales...when words are injected into my soul...a plethora of things suddenly unfold...urges of wanting more...being exposed to more...when I'm exposed...I'm vibrant...I'm in my own planet...I revolve around words...then the unexpected occurs...my appointment to fulfill my addiction is delayed...suddenly I'm scared...frantically searching for a subject of poignant interest...nothing...I feel like I'm melting...my mind is as insipid as a person drug-free...somebody help me for if I don't get a dose I'm hopeless...addiction was the reason why I wrote this...