It doesn't make sense to ME. So YOU must be the wrong one!

Buried above ground
Life-affirming yet 

Death-approaching -

A great hidden sea of the unconscious lurkinto into

Moments of sufficient lucidity in a creepy merry-go-round to

Tiny gradiations of loss

I pass over

Away

And again
All my thoughts are like coal
If I close my eyes and fell asleep on this layby -
Would it all subside?
You just deny what's inside.
...The sun's in the sky but the storm never seems to end
Oblivion and fever dreams
A glitched self-portrait from

A lurker that spends its whole life
Glued to the spot it was born in.