Fermented Dreams

       Fermented Dreams 

I see infinite in all of its absurdity within millions of muses mediums

I hear the sound of silent static and endless disjointed notes that toe the line between melody and mayhem

I smell paper and burning vanilla that fill the air with ember

My hands wander over every word, every line, every persons creation and external life

The tip of my tongue is poisoned with bitter ink, fermented dreams and a metallic taste from paper cuts

The world beneath my finger tips and the blood of every person who has or ever will be, dried in my fingernails

I think therefore I am, so I’ll think till there are no thoughts left

I marvel at why people cheer over my greatest vice, greed of the mind

Greed of knowledge that fills every crevice of my brain until it seeps down to my heart and then to rest of me until I am static

I am nothing, in comparison to everything

I don't want knowledge, I just want to know

- Afrahna