There Is An Objective Reality In Which

Please. Don’t Switch Off My Mind By Attempting To Straighten Me Out. Listen And Understand, And When You Feel Contempt Don’t Express It, At Least Not Verbally, At Least Not To Me.

There's Not A Drug On Earth Can Make Life Meaningful

Sleep With A Dog And Rise Full Of Fleas.

It Is Myself I Have Never Met Whose Face Is Pasted On The Underside Of My Mind

I Crave White On White And Black, But My Thoughts Race In Glorious Technicolour, Prodding Me Awake, Whipping Away The Warm Blanket Of Invisibility Every Time It Sears To Smother My Mind In Nothing.