When it hurts to breathe
it’s time to go to sleep.
It’s hard to be alone
Because no one is.
My hair is still wet
from the showerI don’t remember takingafter a long day of movingand night of workingand smoking“it seems time is just passing me by”goes the early epithet
as sober as a judge
and just as joyful
Dull amber curtain
dissolve assalt into waterlet the currentenvelope youand just tryto keep yourhead above water
you keep apologizing
i sayit’s okit’s okit’s okbut you’re not okand neither am i
Can I be so,
fuck,where are the words.What do I even want to say?I don’t knowthis is pointlessfuck it
Cannot bring my pen to the page
Waste of time
Waste of inkWaste of paperWaste of think
Selfish thoughts
floating listlessly,meanderingthrough my mindpassing desiresunwarranted desiresto reclaimcertainty of meaninglessnessand the arrogancefound inorchestrated ostracizationI guess Isleep betterwith the comfort of knowingI’m an asshole
