I’m here and there

I’m here and there
sometimes it's all the same
sometimes it isnt...

Doesn't it feel weird?

Paper faces are gazing at me
with their ball pen eyes

they're crying with their ball pen tears

Today
I’m not the same I was yesterday
I’m not the same I will be tomorrow

I’m not quite sane

I can’t find room enough for myself in myself
So I step outside
I dwell in my pictures

Can you picture that?