where exactly does the anxiety come from?
the pit in my stomach deepened a bit
nothing feels as good as you're expecting
when you are expecting it to feel good

the weather is a reflection of something
found within myself, but i don't know
how to quite put that into words so
i will just leave it at that i suppose

i was told by someone i've known long ago
to make use of these perpetual sorrows
that follow that carnal pull that men know
when they must make time somehow slow