Brainshambles

For some reason
I feel like spewing everything,
telling you all my secrets, thoughts and compulsions
until they are almost meaningless
and the words float out of my mouth
and become part of the air
until suddenly they aren’t even part of me,
rather they are yours to play with,
to place in your pocket for later
and I am free.

And when I find myself doing this,
such strange behavior which I cannot explain
or even stop, I can’t help but wonder
what makes me tick?
What makes this real, what is the stimulus
that elicits such a raw and gluttonous
desire to share the most mundane bits
leaving me so purposely vulnerable?

My hair used to look just like this. Back when I was hip and neat.

Now…I look like this. Because life is peculiar.