hapus aku

my mind constantly wanders off,at times unconsciously and at other times deliberately to escape the droning voices, mundane yet mechanical routines.

the recent and successively repeating muse is my skin turning into a canvas, a canvas to be inked or painted on with brush wet with paint.

one of the basis of pharmacology,the mind controls the senses..& if i let my mind run free, i could almost feel the brush strokes on my back & the chill when the liquid evaporates.

and something jolts me back to my surrounding, to the cage that i'm trying so hard to escape

ps.reality is a prison