I think I must have writers block.
Because I can't even talk clearly.
There are no words in my mouth. They don't drip from my tongue the way they used too.
Everything is always so cloudy.
And I feel like I like it that way.
A cloudy mind doesn't have time to cry.
A cloudy mind doesn't have time to feel.
Except for when I do.
When I break down,
shaking.
My love wraps her arms around me,
comforts me.
And yet I still feel like a failure.
Drowning sailor.
I need a new sense of clarity.
Breaking down can feel like
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 11:24 PM UTC
I think I must have writers block.
Because I can't even talk clearly.
There are no words in my mouth. They don't drip from my tongue the way they used too.
Everything is always so cloudy.
And I feel like I like it that way.
A cloudy mind doesn't have time to cry.
A cloudy mind doesn't have time to feel.
Except for when I do.
When I break down,
shaking.
My love wraps her arms around me,
comforts me.
And yet I still feel like a failure.
Drowning sailor.
I need a new sense of clarity.
Breaking down can feel like
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