chronically feeling chronic i lay here, weird, flat, far away and hyper-focused; multi planes with one vision. gotta start dumping. so says the body and the tingles, the morning pain and coffee crave. gotta seep more in the spaces that used to be so open, but became closed in the face of depravity.
your own truth can drive you mad
decisions don’t come easily. too many variables. too many possibilities. i continually waver, a reed in a sea of speak and silence. seen too much pain in this life. my skin is tired. would rather rest with sunsets, smile with the children and laugh with friends. no stress. that’s happiness.