I’m not quite myself this night.
Tonight, I’m fleeting.
I’m leaving.

















Jk but I want to leave.

The memories I have stored
Tell me, I'm missing some.


                                        «c.h.b.»

I’m emotionally claustrophobic.
Pressure pressed upon my shoulders.
My chest doesn’t rise as high as it used to.
I am not lost but I’m losing.
I’m crawling out as I’m pulled down.
Give me a reason.
Any
*******
Reason.