[ 2. 24 ]
it's time to wipe the day's impurities from me. let's see, how have you guys been? are you as ready for winter to be over as i am?
these days i feel like a small child masquerading as an adult by mimicking adults and doing adult things. everything seems so out of my hands now.
everybody around me that i care about is falling apart as well and it seems as if my glue doesn't do it for them anymore. i need to feel needed, still. that used to be my purpose.
had / have my own issues. i'm dried up now, you know? my dreams don't really exist anymore because i doubt almost everything. my stories have come to a halt now.
i'm over feeling sorry for myself .
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
