Progression of Sanity

In a dark day there is still something igniting within that offers passage. 


In a dark day enough is broken to make it whole. 


In a dark day we're barely fed in a red world




In progression of sanity
chaos is still
and irrationality becomes shards of glass on the floor
instead of an illuminating centerpiece. 


In my progression of sanity
i've lost myself. 
I will become my very own personal stranger
just long enough to smile. 


time is bent 

by lying still
by breathing in
and breathing out
but never really wanting to


time is paused. 




By never changing your own perception
or the perception of those around you
By staying under the bed instead of on it
only present remains. 




I would rather progress than pause. 
I would rather gain sanity and leave 
this red world behind
especially its' center.