She is trapped in a cluster.
Cluster of things.
These things come to get her.
When she's not doing anything.
Medicated by the media.
High off of instagram likes.
Stoned by the music.
A cluster of virtual destruction.
She is trapped in a cluster.
But is the cluster really her?
Could she be the cluster?
A world controlled by her?
These things that come to get her...
Are they really real?
Of course they're real, she feels them.
In the cluster of her words.
She is trapped in a cluster.
The world.
The mind.
The media.
She is trapped in a cluster.
Cluster of things.
All different things.
So what is a cluster?
The cluster is you.
You're the cluster.
You make your own sorrow.
Your own pity.
Silly little girl.
Thought that this cluster was the end?
Thought you could escape the cluster?
You're trapped in the cluster.
Till the very end.
-AR (my poem)
