Looking down
Or
Looking up?
I still wanna jump until I feel something.
Spending time for money for a quick dose of endorphins and self loathing the clutch of capitalism that’s exacerbating this mess.
Shattered glass
I’ve listened to every song to try and piece together some sort of self reflection but I’m left looking out a window with no reflection.
And then I lay in bed-I feel it’s comfort cooling me but I could turn over and never return
relationships become dystopian disassociations at ground level. And I’m up here suffocating in streams of synchronized surrender with psychosis knocking at my door
I wait for the sun to come because maybe all I need is vitamin D. But I’m not sure this side of me-the Depression, Desperation, Detachment, Degrading, Destroying self…
Can soak it up enough to water the plants at the windows edge.