It's been cloudy on my mind and in my heart and in...
if tomorrow you ask how i am,
i'm not sure how i'll respond...
Could it ever be safe
to be with them...
I have homeless knots
hanging in my closet...
I never remember the nights
being this unbearably long...
I'll be here,
whatever "here" means...
Am I sick of life
or sick of myself...
drifting
with no destination in mind...
and it all comes back
when red and blue flash...
I have accepted you,
not as an inglorious extension...
Just shy of
two weeks...
[Should I even share this?]
I am able to distract myself...