Weightlessness Poem by Katherine Lyczek

There are times where i feel i am of neither sex. Merely a being of absolute sanctity. Floating along at the edge of life, splashing between both states of sanity while sploshing around noisily with the mental nut case i am inside of my own impenitrable insanity. Yet, Peace persides in places where you least expect them to bloom.. Within your mind.. no fitful debates whereas the constant doubt of reality is scornfully put into play as i stare emotionlessly as the terrifyingly itruiging game of dye play out right before my trembling eyes. My heated, fits of feverish writing, after reading a good book, my mind ablaze with delightful ideas and plots. Quotes only beings of my past have confided in allowing me to hollowly echo their spoken words of undeniably wise remarks. As the sun bitterly set behind the ghaustly overcast skies of yesterday, i an renewed with a kindled hope of rain today. The sun must not petrude my errie thoughts as i plot against myself. My angel wings crusting to a black so intensifyingly black even the coal eyed stare of Lucifer his retched self dares himself to watch as they crumble to nothingness as i quickly depart from my human shell into this vast abyss we call our universe. Through the incredible wormhole i go! Fast and happily as i escape into my own planes of normality, existance beyond existing. The weightlessness you carry in zero gravity.. Yes, compare that, but.. You have no body, and the weightlessness is merely in your mind, subdeuing you to the many options this demension has to offer, your fleshy shell, nor harsh society, hell, even your own doubts and beleives are squat compared to the freedom and light, weightlessness youll carry once youve made your way into yourself. Care doesnt apply here, for your care.. Is you being alive, care.. Care.. Hm.. Care.. What a magical thing..