I think that it is almost over.
Then, maybe things can go back
To like they never were.
Maybe you can live again.
Maybe you can dance again.
Maybe you can be here.
Right now, blurred lenses
Attach to your retinas.
Your body is weak,
And your mind is racing
To escape this dull
Apartment flooded
With hair and dust
And crumbs and skin.
So fragile and careless.
Maybe you can be here.