there's nothing i love more in the world than time alone with myself
but lately it feels like im talking to my reflection
my reflection that doesn't even look me in the eye
and it's an infinite loop of meaningless conversations
unanswered questions
and replies left unsaid
as the days blend in to each other
i don't even know what day it is
i don't even know what time it is
or how many days have passed by
or why the world seems so bright and hot
but i find myself curled up into a ball
shivering for god knows how long

i'm just a ghost, eating up boredom and fear
trying to pass the time.

The anxious feeling bubbling in my stomach
The heat up my throat
I hear the gentle ticking of the clock
I close my eyes
And time feels like water down my arms
As if my body is floating away in a pool of
Something
Warm
Yet cold
And every breath I breathe travels around
Like curious ghosts
Eating up boredom and fear
To pass the time.