i felt my heart stop beating in a memory
wack ass bullshit your wack ass bullshit
you're wack ass bullshit
pun intended. dreamy willows and soft pillows of night consumed images the only moment i lose myself entirely these days caught between self doubt, self motivation & misinterpretation ugliness entrapped a memory, grasping its guts with force each heart beat, each plea for air, every single nerve ending clinging to what should not be, what is not there where am i? who am i? & when did i get here?
falling asleep, not getting up... staring contest with the ceiling avoiding the light