unlike a comatose vegetarian, you’re not what you eat
you’re not what you drink, you’re what you dream
you’re what the world seems at 3 am after 4 tabs from a girl named lucy
you’re lucidity
you’re a newborn baby with the skin of a man who’s worked too hard
who’s walked too far, who’s lived too long and who’s been too hurt
and you’re blinded. You can see, but you don’t. Or you won’t. Or you can’t, and I can’t show you how. Or I won’t.

ok, i can’t. But i can tell you, if you can listen.