Reciprocated pneuma

I lost what was left of
my psuedo spirit today
when I died in the
mirror

Running to the twilight of light
counting to an ambiguous
amount of time

The trees started to become
illuminated and
light started to drip through
the leaves onto my skin

It was 6 a.m.
I kept on running
I heard cartoon voices coming

From the ether
"... we're crazy to the max..."
" ... pop eye the sailor...''
" ... go slipping through the cracks..."

I got tired of running
so I rented a little room
and slept for a couple of hours

I left without paying
the quaint motel's
cashier

I could care
what she tought of me
why did she judge

I ran back home
looked in the mirror
and I regained my spirit

I left my money at the motel