To a parallel universe,
I would like to escape-maybe it’s better and less fake. Dizziness with nausea complexion
irrationally lessened my affection,
and here I am; passionate about none, squinting at the sun hoping for that one
that would tighten his grip
And never let me slip. In a parallel universe,
I would like to interfere
because maybe it’s spectacular and more fair where neither hunger nor anger exist
but only humanity and decency.
Wrapped up in multiverses theory, known it’s hypothetically theorized, pleading not to get manically criticized because that’s people- They criticize what have you magnetized
and despise how wimp you are.
