I feel like nothing no numb or pain or rush to leave I'm nothing; intangibly here.
Listless and restless like the smoke evanescing from depleted lungs.
Omnipresent consumption constantly pressures my mind. My thoughts compress my body. I can feel them crawling up my throat strangling me. I'm lost in muted asphyxiation.
I'm always high now pills or **** alcohol or pills it's not for the thrill somehow anymore. Yet, I'm always clambering to get higher. Reaching further too high too far I'm gonna burn in the stars and wash up like the sky on the shore.
There are traces of love diverged in this outer space. But who do the stars favor if they're indigenous to night? To adore the Moon and his myriads of wavering light? When I'm in love with the Sun, his devoted passion and dynamic love. But the Earth... he keeps me grounded and we don't even speak, he's the dream that keeps me up at night the tongue in my cheek.
Of all the astral bodies She owns what's left of my heart. She's a void a frozen star. I'm sure she knows the distance I'd go to maintain our gravity. Forgive her for every stolen star don't question why she became a black hole though I'm quite sure she doesn't even know.
Sorry it's long. Just need to write. Can't focus on anything else.