desperately trying to remember how to piece words together
****** smoking in a graveyard under smoke and stars
Trying to remember the feeling

feeling like a young boy crying in a forest
atreyu's journey thwarted by biology
high heeled and femme and feeling so far away
‎ caked in makeup, we hide our tears in costume like others before us
‎ sons and daughters and countless others, we are but the lost children
‎
‎ effortlessly drifting under darkened skies
‎ held alight by stars and aura from a fire in the back of the graveyard
‎ tipsy melting mind turning all topsy turvy with my mouth full of cotton
‎ existential loneliness shivering on mausoleum benches
‎ ******* in smoke
‎ or chemical mist
‎loneliness
‎ there are some things worse than death