Piece

What would I be without a little sadness?

Missing

I miss you when you aren’t around. I never miss anyone.

This is something new.

Worn

I am tired of waiting.

Fiction, Truth

“There’s something about you,” he said. “You’re closed up, you’re tight. You’re like a wall.”

Ghost

I just want to disappear.

Window

“I know the way this will go.

Every day will be like the next one and the last one. Slowly I will shirk childhood and prolonged adolescence, rent an apartment, pay my bills, pay off debt. My world will be empty except for the skeleton of a structured routine, enough to keep me tethered and lost. I will sit, alone, by a window in an armchair I paid too much for and watch the seasons go past.  Time will move and I will think, over and over again, is this all there is, is this all there is, is this all there is…”

Keep it close

Never let anyone know.

Fixed

It’s all in your head
Wonder if I’m fixed to cut

–Stars

Turn Over

Sometimes the clean fall air and sky dig out a hollow space in my chest.

Today I am sad.

Here we are again

This is a perpetuate cycle that I can’t get out of.