A twisted tale for a twisted mind

Ecstacy full blown,

handloom ribbons,

lying in jig-saw forms,

elevated but electric pink.

The ribbons are worn,

twisted,pulled and crumpled.

We are twisted in our-

own minds,often withered.

The mind yearns for untwistedness,

uncrumpledness and simplicity.

But in practicality,

do we believe its possible?

A ribbon is an entity,

tingling with stale sweat,

a sticky, sweet smell,

full blown, like the mind.

The mind thrives on-

stimulus, on stimulation,

just like the pink ribbon,

it is used to stimulate others.

Electric pink, grey matter,

fading away in solitude,

lost in the depths of uncertanity,

they both wither,leaving your soul desolate,