adulting

i

let me lay waste the final tapestry
silk craved goodness
of my pen

its a dark night

ii

I'm not sure exactly how
I should sculpt these vignettes
but breathing oxygen is easy
when you know how to etch

yourself into sanity

iii

if colors are left for me
in the wake of a morning sky

why do I smell fear when the sun sets

iv

I never understood growing up

v

rent comes and goes
I try to fathom the big picture
but everyone seems fixated on smaller
tendecies

why can't I just slice the reality whole
and eat it like a cucumber

vi

sometimes the grain is weak
so you have to go with the flow