the sidewalk’s turned to stardust

engulfed by the depths of experience.

equal parts freedom and confusion;

freefalling;

cant seem to ground myself;

“solidity is such an illusion”.

fantasies rule the mind,

paint narratives across experience.

silver tongues, like razor blades

speak the world into delirium.

what lies?

what myths?

how do you shield yourself from the world?

how is truth set adrift?

how do you cope with the infiniteness

 of the a b y s s ?