Let me be cute

How many times do I have to lose for me to realize a 'thing' or two.

Its not losing but the anticipation that puts me into this state of nowhere, I would use the word liminal because it's very special to me. 

A daring blue ink inside a tube, where shall I hide when the bad dreams come back at me? Beneath the sink I suppose. 

Collectively with all my might and functioning organs I take a leap and alas end up inside a pool of mud, drowning. 

The mud is gulping me rapidly like a rabid dog eating flesh.

The mud is sucking my torso, it just keeps sucking , its all black in here. I want to feel miserable here, I should right, but it feel very nice nonetheless.

 

I kind of like it here, perhaps its because i'm way past my expiry date again and the dreams have taken over. 

It feels good, please don't wake me up. 

Arigato.

(In a dream taking selfie)