I cannot choose the days or moments it flows, or what form it takes.
The mind is full and it’s pointless to try to silence it,
so I pick up a pen and open my head
to reveal my alternate self
before it balloons into
a demonic gargantuan, a succubus of serenity.
Emotions become images
The mirror of the alternate self
Reveals what could be,
What will be,
What can’t be,
What should be,
But I can’t tell them apart
until I set them free.