the kitchen light flickers
a dying pulse in the house
silence feels like a brick through the window
of my better judgment
the mirror is tired of looking at me
we were supposed to become simple
food on the table
shoes by the door
but we choke with the exhaust
of a thousand wrong turns
my chest, your cage
the slow crawl of a fool
believing in mornings
it’s a serious business
this hunger
better fold my thoughts
into something deeper
we are two people
walking the same hallway
and the sky is just
another ceiling
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 2:41 PM UTC
the kitchen light flickers
a dying pulse in the house
silence feels like a brick through the window
of my better judgment
the mirror is tired of looking at me
we were supposed to become simple
food on the table
shoes by the door
but we choke with the exhaust
of a thousand wrong turns
my chest, your cage
the slow crawl of a fool
believing in mornings
it’s a serious business
this hunger
better fold my thoughts
into something deeper
we are two people
walking the same hallway
and the sky is just
another ceiling
