I Walk

 I walk.

Scattered thoughts,
write shattered words.
Drizzle them like glass
in a hallway.
Walk to me.
I promise it hurts,
but you will see what it's like.
To take my way.

I teleport from picture frames,
to colors.
shots,
and scenes.
Typography.
Words and pictures.
Stapled together.
Chaos composes a lot of me.

Scattered light,
and broken prisms.
Through my eyes,
of shattered vision.
Drizzle through weary thoughts,
walk the path on which i walk.

Saying nothing,
silence heavy.
Approach a suspended door,
Midair reaching,
catch it lefty.
I can't barely hold anymore.

Scattered papers
look productive.
Honestly,
I'm shattered.
Not sure what im stuck in,
drizzle into foggy streets.
It's cold and empty,
Just like me,
but im not all shattered,
Put together,
it's warm and bright.
Under the weather,
the path is scattered.
Like my thoughts,
and though it's difficult..

I walk