i am drowning.
except, i'm landlocked...
I don't know how to process
the twists and turns of...
The hopelessness creeps in,
trying to sneak past...
I wish I could forget yesterday,
legs curled in...
and the worst part of waiting
isn't knowing whether or not...
Stability is
a swinging pendulum that comes to a brief rest...
It's so strange how the body reacts
to a shift in emotion...
I carry you around as
if you're an integral...
This time,
can I be more direct...
I feel dead inside.
And thank goodness I write...
Too much effort
to drink...
I let the flowers die,
not even batting an eyelash...