sitting here with my
coffee breath and coffee body
tired from trying to make sense of
these things
trying to figure out
which way
i'm turned
so i'm facing the wall
so i don't have to see
the faces
some so distant
they're only a dream now
and some
too near
that
i cannot breathe
from quiet night hours
i fade to afternoon sun
alone i carry
this heavy mind
this raging heart
trapped in a dissatisfied
existence
clothes too tight,
the future too vague
i crumble every moment
when i realize
this is life
About Me
- alia
- "too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and i don't know where to begin but i want to try."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment