I could write for hours
of a life that doesn't exist,
I can feel it even with open eyes,
cautiously glazing past
the rural
jagged world
I resist
Allowing it all to feed off me
destroying my life under the guise of coping,
and only furthering the incoherent dread of which I consist
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
I could write for hours
of a life that doesn't exist,
I can feel it even with open eyes,
cautiously glazing past
the rural
jagged world
I resist
Allowing it all to feed off me
destroying my life under the guise of coping,
and only furthering the incoherent dread of which I consist
