Poem.
I am out of this world, on this day with an extra second tacked on though technology. I am Mercury and Jupiter around the sun, but visible to the naked eye only an idea that mere humans can’t fathom I am an enigma surrounded by plain white walls. Walls decorated with things I never appreciated in the first place. I am not the hero of my own story I am caught, between my lies and yours. I am a challenge that needs to be cracked and prodded until my center bleeds through I am a patient of my century I am. I will be. I was.












