Wrap your head with this material...

 I wonder if I can delete myself from existence. I wouldn't have thought so but since deleting social media and then losing my job and not checking email, not needing to do things, I kind of wonder. My days have no bustle to their beginnings now, no one needs a thing. I made whole life plans that grew and built and tumbled just as quickly and it made not a dent in the world of downward turned heads, necks not even sore from staring at phones. I never bothered to tell most people I wanted to move, I was interviewing for jobs, I was thinking of leaving my life. No one ever knows what's happening with me now other than the people who live in my house and obviously there are days when they don't either. They have their lives and I don't need to share what is happening in mine. I watch theirs turn like the pedals on bike spokes and I sip coffee, watching. Sometimes the quiet and anonymity of that feels good, freeing, calm. Other times I realize that my quiet affects no one.

 Shelves full of books full of pages full of lines full of letters full of punctuation full of space and ink and wood fibers and glue and stain. the brain folds like this gray matter full of cells full of fluids full of dendrites full of electrical impulses full of chemical reactions full of neural pathways full of axons reorder the axioms reconnect the s  p   a   c   e s  the letters  the words the books the shelves  it becomes a new space, a new idea, an entire brain of story is electrified on every shelf I think of this swishing my head side to side under water every bookshelf has a world of currents, an infinite potential flow of ideas flashing across time and space I tuck a few into the folds of my mind Wrap my head with this material and spend a time with it or hopefully a lifetime