Stand by me as my knees give out from the constant blows life gives me.

01/02/2018:

My chopsticks didn’t break apart normally

& I keep thinking that it’s an omen for the upcoming year.

I want to be unnoticed but crumble under lack of attention.

I am split between being loud

& being a whisper.

My tears no longer have a meaning;

They are just tired now.

I will crawl in my bed

& lay awake thinking that everything is stupid.

& I’ll hope you’re not like light

& I won’t sneeze when I look at you.

Both our misery together will be platforms to stand on while we light our cigarettes during break;

Our emotions will harmonize when we lay them out.

From the side with the sun setting,

you looked like a 3D shadow laying on the grass.

& Then we heard those screams from a crowd running around an RV in the park.

Uninterested;

Snapped the moment as a memory and moved on

& years later, I still flip through my mind to find the picture.

Remembering a time when I wasn’t bothered.