I'm just throwing pennies in a well.
Wishing to stay relevant.
Like one does when
keeping up with the Jones's.
Here to fight a losing battle
with the day before me.
Because the night marked me present.
And I'm still here.
Despite all opposition.
Depression is, living in a sbowglobe.
Watching the world move around you.
While you're dealing with the guilt
of waking up disappointed for being alive.
Mania is just making up for lost time.
to the cemetery.
It's three to three,
and I'll be back
At the half-way
house, in time for
I used to call my reflection.