A portrait of morrigan in elude

I’m so confused in a day, nothing to do, really, writing portraits, and saying things didnt mean to say, and no good at speaking never have been after I’ve spoken I just end up making everyone confused, that’s why I say knock away the delusion

And then I thought I heard a girl cry, and someone hold their phone like a cross at me, and I walk down the street never any closer to a world once that was normal, from lost phone projectors to lost people trapped inside themselves where are you

And keep messing up, and getting back up, all of us why push each other over, then, be logical, and I’m so tired of that sometimes it’s as if what is life but some wierd joke of Descartes mind, becomes the only question I ever ask myself where are you

It’s all I think about went out you in crescent moon sky, you among trees, you in breeze and cars, you in McDonald’s sign, m for morrigan, back at home where to find

Your car again, cruising by, utterly confused, all I do, trying to be myself, now self portraits end up as portraits of you, in elude