Inkpaw

digital snake 
twisting 
and turning
wiggling it's wa across my screen 
forever at my controll
as I franticly click at the blessed arrow buttons
and bite my cheek in concentration 

dark red
is the smell of homemade chilli 
and your messily slapped on nailpolish 
dark red
sounds like fire crackling
consuming dry wood
mixed with an upbeat, jazzy tune
dark red 

Everybody sees the world differently, 
and so 
for every person 
there is a separate world,
and that world 
is a bubble of perspective
reaching only as far as their imaginations,

my woes
and tiny joys 
blend together 
into weeks
fading in and out of focus
through my eye's made of camera lenses
I find peace
in the void of insanity
filling my life with odd objects