Jun 2016
weightless when heavy:
i feel a constant dread
i am shifting through time
when pinned to the walls
of claustrophobic chambers
i part away the vital parts
of thoughts and battered fragments
i disintegrate into intractable purpose
i disappear, i am finished:
i am past tense
(n.j.)
i feel a constant dread
i am shifting through time
when pinned to the walls
of claustrophobic chambers
i part away the vital parts
of thoughts and battered fragments
i disintegrate into intractable purpose
i disappear, i am finished:
i am past tense
(n.j.)
in a bad headspace. anxiety's kicking in. it's one of those nights where i am trying so hard to drown out the thoughts with music, with alcohol, with anything but i can't really fix what my mind is telling me that's broken.
