The weight of almost thoughts sink my legs into the Earth
While the almost words balloon red in my cheeks and ears
Because this Scooby Doo quicksand ***** at my torso but not any more than my desire to go under
I'm going to a doctor soon, or a counselor, or a friendly stranger, or whatever, and I worry about the verdict to be passed over my head
Like the pills they prescribe will meet in combat the almost thoughts that turn my brain to a battlefield that just wants to go home but already is
Like my serotonin vocal cords that softly saunter siren songs should be given a megaphone to tell all the almost words that their echo chambers just got nuked from orbit
The fingers that send daily update texts are the same ones that want to let go of the steering wheel, not because I want to die, but because I don't want to be the one responsible for hurting you
So I'll bludgeon the sand with my two left feet until I turn it into enough glass to build a shade-stained stairwell back into my regularly scheduled programming
"I'm not there yet", I say
"Ah, but almost", I think
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
The weight of almost thoughts sink my legs into the Earth
While the almost words balloon red in my cheeks and ears
Because this Scooby Doo quicksand ***** at my torso but not any more than my desire to go under
I'm going to a doctor soon, or a counselor, or a friendly stranger, or whatever, and I worry about the verdict to be passed over my head
Like the pills they prescribe will meet in combat the almost thoughts that turn my brain to a battlefield that just wants to go home but already is
Like my serotonin vocal cords that softly saunter siren songs should be given a megaphone to tell all the almost words that their echo chambers just got nuked from orbit
The fingers that send daily update texts are the same ones that want to let go of the steering wheel, not because I want to die, but because I don't want to be the one responsible for hurting you
So I'll bludgeon the sand with my two left feet until I turn it into enough glass to build a shade-stained stairwell back into my regularly scheduled programming
"I'm not there yet", I say
"Ah, but almost", I think
