atomic no. ten

often i see beauty hidden in something so edgy and uninteresting, heeding my cult to its figurative gaslight. i find neon to be beautiful with its elegance, its charm and its supernatural luminescence that covers its surroundings with its grasp. the soaked atmosphere of it all, felt it wash throughout my skin and inundate my eyes. red feels like the oxygenated blood I feel oozing out, while blue feels more drippy and psychedelic to me. It feels as though it'll be the continuum of what I choose. maybe i'll buy one someday, plug it in and turn off the light. it would coat the space with its harmonizing radiance, fuzzing the ambiance and tolerating the scene. i don't know how you feel often because I'm like the neon. i'm still unknown and precarious, but you hold the pieces and i'll keep running.