Like the smile of an addict
Not sure if it was a dream
or reality, self-distorted.
An economic exchange
for permission to silently
Mind buzzing to the cacophony
of a constant preoccupation-
often unaware of pitfalls to expectations,
set less by the self than other.
capped by the visage
of fear and knowing.
A subtle acceptance of
overgrown and dried out.
soil too rotten to garden.
drought too drawn to re-awaken.
With a weakened shell, etched and stained by
Dualism, and its cracks like dendrites
Sending synapses, when applied pressure
To crack open.
Like the smile of an addict,
Reality disoriented, unaware if it were a dream.