My innermost has been missing me,
I must get back to it,
Lately, I've been a half moon, see,
a half moon and that's it.

There's a clumsiness beneath my cerebral cortex,
A hazy and haphazard thought,
My cranuim is marrying the confused with the complex,
And so my thinking amounts to nought.

Where am I in my deafening debris?
I'm not entirely lost,
Just feeling far away from lucidity and me,
But my innermost will cover the cost.

I take compliments,
like I take sugar in my coffee
so,
not at all

To be perpetually laden with the parity of both good and bad adventures, I do not know whether I am actually sad or I just want to be sad. The poignant feels inside of me stay forever and the confusion it brought drains me.

night
is
a place
where
i still go
to
witness
through
the
green pines and the snow
where
the
branches
touch the moon
but
where
the
branches
want to go

Simple tulips
Drugs on offer
Tearing innocent.
Opioid opinions. Singing choir
Seal me in please. I'm gonna go.
Grab a chair, see you soon grandma.

Spent my life
set up
in a alley
waiting for men to
knock me down
Dead White Weight
The “thud”
as I hit the ground

Spinning like the arms
on a clock
rolling around
even when my arms
are together
I'm under the weather

The fever is gone
Taste and smell too
Two takeaways per week
To help get us through

A Netflix subscription
Great books to read…
Love and support
Are all that I need

I remember the joy
of consuming
happiness
there is a season
for everything
this time
I will just sit out in the rain
bated breath
waiting for a change.