I love this sensation.
I don't know why but its heartwarming.
it's like my drug.
I'm addicted.
I don't want people to know but I do it anyway.
they took away the most obvious one
but I have my very own one.
I like this feeling of passing out,
even if it's for a few seconds.
I have visions when I'm out.
the visions are either my blank past,
or my hopeful future.
or neither.
maybe it's just a dream. the most wonderful dream.
spacemonkey is what I call it.
it kills my brain cells, I know,
but it takes my pain away.
I love it.
they can't take this one away because it is a part of me.
I feel like I'm in space when I do it.
that's why it's called spacemonkey
you can do it anywhere anytime.
thank you spacemonkey for taking my numbness and pain away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem