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
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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...
We're All Mad Inhere 
😉 mmmmmm hmmm….yummmmy writing!
The needle put you somewhere I guess…
Oh yes… Oh yes…
The original title of this piece was “neuroleptica” *giggle*
I love this poem, and offer my admiration.
thank you very much 😉