there is no where to go when you're all alone.
Ten minutes between each real period of time. There is everything.
Scattered across the floor. There is everything.
I've got nothing to hold onto anymore.
"I know you don't mean to do this to me." I walk with my palms facing outward towards the wind. I can feel everything this way. It is getting warm again. I can feel it surround my body. I can feel it flood my blood steam. Every plant sticking out of the ground feels brand new. I want to feel brand new forever.
I don't want to deal with doctors, drifting friends, alcohol, lack of sleep, love interests, art, anxiety, ever again.
again,
again,
again,
again,
again,
It will happen.