Empire Of The Senseless

First things first, boots on ground. I’ve gotta start walking. I’ll walk until I run into the right colors. I’ll pick my favorites before they pick my favorite spaces for me. I’ll walk until I’ve gathered all the right flowers. I’ll take only what I spot on the pavement. I take only what is left for dead. I want to cover my space with giant sunflowers, purple roses, big ole tulips, and a billion daisies! But that many simply don’t turn up at my feet. So I’ve got a couple dozen teeny tint things dying all around my home. I don’t care much to memorize names that have already been assigned. That’s another pair of eyes that just doesn’t see things how I see em. So I make my own instead. The pink ball of fluff flower on my sink has seen better days, yesterday for instance. Why must everything fade so fucking fast! I move too slowly for this world. I take one breath in and everything changes. I exhale the difference. I change who I am. I become the spaces around me as I move through them. I’m millions of faces ever