Noticing the indent in the mattress in the shape of my body as I rise to the door The foam isn’t memory, just a representation of the mental state of me My voice echoes the creak of the wood under my feet Before the floor eveng gets a chance to speak Activities of the day … Continue reading Am I Stuck?
Like a fog spreading from temple to temple Attempts to break through are painful Seems pointless, this search for the motivation Picking and mining and coming up empty Unsure of what it means, exhaustion or complacens Sadness or complete resignation Is it worth forcing to move forward Is there a different feeling I should be … Continue reading Brain Fog
Found this on my old dead writing tumblr. Not bad.
Something incoherent that I wrote weeks ago
I wish that vodka tasted like water Be easier to drown the sorrows I like that whiskey taste like pain A reminder that joy is borrowed I don’t drink as much as I write I do I don’t mean to seem so downtrodden Because most times the opposite’s true But when writing the happiness … Continue reading Not Who I Am
Something seems ominous about twenty three Twenty three is practically mid-twenties Mid twenties is practically late twenties Late twenties is practically thirty My thinking is overwrought My life is undercooked My hopes are slowly dying, But I know it’s soon to call Life is moving glacial But also at a sprint My mind fills with … Continue reading 23
I'm too good at being alone I feel no ruch to fill a space I crave the silence of isolation Healthy independenc from unhealthy boundaries Blocked areas so tall that I can't see out I fear my resistence to seeking love But I love me and isnt't that enough?