No ring on my finger,
no lullaby, just a linger
of noise and need
that I did not choose.

A borrowed child,
and in borrowed shoes.

A borrowed cradle,
in which I am
restlessly waiting,
relentlessly reading,
this flawed fable.

How did
I end up here?

Low
            batt,
high—
stakes.
(mi)stakes.

Moonlight.

Moon­ light.

🪫🌗

The web,
unraveling.

The focus,
flickering.

The world spins,
on a different axis.

LAN literally dying,
but the riffs?—
thriving.

🔀 📶

After
umpteenth
power naps;
2-hour drive—
gradually dissolved
into 5 hour of fleeting
microsleeps.

Driver
duty
/
duly.

Yours
truly.

💭

Rooted in resilience—
but true strength also lies
in empowering others
and growing from;
criticism.

Embrace
constructive
dismiss the -ve—
for growth thrives
where wisdom
is definitive.

Sink
or
swim;
you decide,
captain.

⚓️

You
next to me,
and I could smell
your musky
perfume,
your skin
infused with
pheromone.

On-again,
off-again.

This feeling
relapsing.

🔁

Sick
and—tired.

****(ed)
and—fried.

Tested,
and
tried.

🔩🪛