So cliche to say
"your whole future is before you"
when we are rooted
in the soul of your childhood.
Better we should wish you
safe journey, safe home
whenever you might
find your way back.

cutting my fingers off

I want to befriend the birds
that land by my window
in the morning

the cat that almost
came inside my kitchen
the same morning

cutting out my eyes

I want to leave my home
take a one-way ticket to the moon

foot on the gas
passing all the red lights
I'm ready to go

twisting my skin
turning into dust

passing all the stop signs
I'm ready to go

swallow my tongue

I've gone insane
in a few days

the flesh on my body
melting away

I'm eating up clouds
but I still feel so hollow

I know my heart will always stay shallow