there is an angel who lives in my head
an angel who's me but isn't really

I asked the angel the other day
if it thought it'd be okay
to be in love with six people at once
I wanted to see what the angel would say

the angel said
only if you lie to them all
only if they're blind

it's only okay to love six people at once if you lie to them all

a child giggled, consciousness occurred,
she was waiting to happen.
me within: it's perfectly clear to think of the explosion of a trillion years.
and why do you think i was like palm trees and my observations,
opened my mind; seeing i killed her bleed
while mentally appraising her scars,
eyes have grown fond in appreciation.
why do anything for the voices from then on this.
you're finally here, to yourself again.. again--
the contents of a second is when a person realises
a bit better to add to be, filled full of fear from? why? yeah; and the room, time stagnant
i want to forget that overwhelming self portrait i feel..
explosive with pride.
obviously, i'm not today. lately my million eyes in the contents of eyes.
suppose everything could be open to interpretation.