Maybe you understand
maybe you don't
know
I can be so dope, so-
open
you'd never see me choke
while in this reality
living with this blasphemy
connecting to fibonacci,
yet understanding the real me,
what an interesting creature to be-
connected with my higher
yet struggling with these-
little OCD tendencies-
and it shouldn't mean a thing to me
until I'm alone,
in my home, with clutter surrounding, suffocating, criminalizing me to
my own catastrophe.
And all I really need
is a moment to let go
take a hit of that medicinal
and let it lift my soul
and just
be.
I just need a moment to breathe,
let go of this OCD,
say OM,
and feel peace.