i am fine.

anger rushes
and swirls
inside the small
cavities that
i've designated
for it.
acknowledge it-
simply, articulately
explain a storm
in three and four
letter words, in
three and four
word sentences.
i am mad.
i really am fine.

it's always the
night that betrays me.
i am always betrayed in the night.
layers of intoxication
stumble and inject
themselves into the
most peaceful of dreams.
the medicine, or poison,
highlights the
very things that
i labeled
classified.
now, exposed.

i wake with a crow in my nest,

unsure
about reality
and the inner world
and if the dark forest
is really a place
i would like to visit.
they are all so difficult to distinguish

reality seems to be formed
by the unplanned
mingling and dismantling
of the carefully
engineered
compartments
and predicability's
that attempt to
ensure what
i never promise
in my dreams.

reality breaks it all.
i get mad.
i will be fine.