Quarantine Dreaming (Mental Status)
Social distancing
& I’m Mentally challenging myself.
Im An intellectual individual
but I’m seriously lacking in attention, concentration, adaptation, motivation,
and I just can’t stop the fidget.
Short term memory impaired
by a substance that I won’t mention,
but I can recall every one of our conversations. Photographic memory,
Capture the moment...
....Won’t print, guess you
can’t picture me slipping.
Whew! Quarantine dreaming.
My Judgment is clearly impaired,
written within the stores I’ve shared,
but got plenty of insight.
Ideas written in imaginary ink
all over theses walls...
painted into a clear vision,
but they are closing in on me.
I’m not claustrophobic.
These Thoughts, words, images & fears
shrinked into my head. Mind-fucked,
Shes taking walks
through the crevices in my brain.
Whew! Quarantine dreaming.
Sex therapy, She continues to chisel at me
piece, by piece....
carving ideas between these dreads and
new detailed ways to handle these intensities.
My usual quick fix has always consisted of:
Candles lit, pink or Vicky’s on the floor, DND sign on the door, thighs brushed against my cheeks
as my tongue speaks languages
to her vertical lips,
while rubbing her hips & tits
drinking up...every wet drop of her nectar that drips...Consumed inside her, Love potion.
Whew! Quarantine Dreaming.
Powerful, she Drove me insane.
mental heath diagnosis’ and
medications prescribed, useless,
it won’t turn off the thoughts, maybe just change the vibe. So, I’m hesitating,
But I can’t meditate it away.
Only a few late night instances
when I sense her presence...and feel her touch, damn, I miss her so much, even
began to hear her voice and I smell her hair.
Just a Figment of my wild imagination, I’ve never hallucinated & she’s not there.
Whew! Quarantine Dreaming.
Let’s not talk about the effect
missing physical touch has on my affect,
flattened it out, blunted.
I don’t give a ****, depressed mood,
want to be cruel, savage,
break out this bitch.
Clearly my thought process is a mess
But it’s still linear & the content
preoccupied with abstract shit
I’d rather be doing. Like screwing....
Instead I’m stuck
inside this apartment,
quarantine dreaming.
Reality, Alone, in silence,
trapped within my cognitive prison.
Lack of inspiration.
I want to start a movement,
but the world just stopped.
Trillion ideas in my head,
no one to share it with.
Everyone’s in danger,
Won’t put my life on the line...
Rona our here changing lives...
Wash your hands, wear a mask &
Please remember to Stay 6ft behind my ass...
Quarantine dreaming.