It's midnight and I'm really high,
just got back from anxiety's party
and now I'm full of insecurities
and I'm really scared to fly.

When they say,
'in the not too distant'
I wonder,
how far does the future extend?
and
if it's more than a days walk
I don't think I'll bother
at least 'til next Summer
when the weather is warmer.

I am on the other side
Of the door
You are solid
As I am pale

Days, they no longer abide
Sleep, is no more
You sink in the flood
As I quietly sail

Farewell is a whisper
Seeping through the cracks
Bricks in the wall
I can’t climb

Memory is what we were
A spark in the flashbacks
A fading footfall
It’s my time

Omnipresent
Voiceless, faceless  hatred
Unwillingly accepted
By data communication,
Even when you're not there
I feel you, words piercing
Through flesh, deeper
Than the love of family ties
Criticism, every little thing
Scrutinised.
I am left with one door open
Follow me if you dare.

And while Notre Dame burns
Conspiracy theorists rewrite history
On their terms.

At every forking of the road
I took the one less traveled.
And then I found to my dismay
The reason it was bypassed.
ljm