wait, now, wait...

you, a stranger?
oh, oh no
no, no, no

"just" a phone call away-
solely sometimes
only some days...

is that all we are?
a text, a message, a plead
a letter sent out.
our relationship;
an unfertile seed?

drifting?
...
freed?

maybe you, but not me

you see through eyes far too clean,
you're pristine, your struggles seen

gone, but not forgotten

why have you abandoned me?

Just,
just a second,
just a single second
I need...
Wait!
Just,
just don't
slip away,
I'm done now,
I sense it;
I feel it;
I know,
I do,
I do feel
it...
Or,
is it,
just my
imagination?
I...
I know,
I need...
Just,
just a second;
Just
...

My dreams are my minds release,
nightmares are my cage,
I am usually locked up.

I say, I smoke not.
And I do as I say.
Then why do procrastination feels like one?
Making me an addict when in stress and anxiety.
Giving me the comfort yet controlling my actions.
Until I finally feel like a fly caught up in a web,
trying desperately to free myself.
And I say again, I smoke not.

These days I feel like a broken Rubik's cube — all twists, unending chaos.