How I sleep at night…

Needles
The sharp taste
Of tangerine
And surrender

Locks
like the night
Falling over
A foreign land

I am
Paralyzed
By her kiss
Paranoia
With my consent

A double moon
In a pale sky
Lips like
Powder sugar

I am
Restrained
By her touch
Amnesia
But I remember

About quantumphysica

My name is QuantumPhysica The Insane, but you can call me QP. I am insane, admitted to a mental hospital in Belgium, and waiting for a decent diagnosis at the moment. Once I was a physics student with goals in life and what more; now I'm simply the patient of Room 93. Ever wondered what life is like in the psychiatric ward? I'll tell you everything you ever wanted to know... I am... particularly twitchy of personality. But I also am genuinely interested in everything. There is nothing that doesn't interest me, really. Everything, from quantum computers to fashion and cars to traveling... I also give advice. On anything. No taboos whatsoever. And I make lists of things...
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5 Responses to How I sleep at night…

  1. Maggie Mae says:

    😉 mmmmmm hmmm….yummmmy writing!

  2. headsink says:

    The needle put you somewhere I guess…

  3. I love this poem, and offer my admiration.

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