its the over powering aroma of similar scenes displayed in a parallel pattern
while you lay horizontal to the projections of life as they distill through the decades
I’ve lived this same night, years prior,
I’ll live this night again in the future
I want the wine to bite my lower lip
I would like to place my hand on every single lap in this bar
I cannot seem to find the weight in how extravagant just being in the woods alone felt
I lapse, the inhale of each trigger while it greets me,
seduces me to another rapid heart rate
You’d say my depression comes in phases,
that each mental breakdown holds similar to the last,
not entirely wrong,
but I’d interject and remind you,
they're all unique in the way you cut through me
consuming
I yield,
heavier than the last
tomorrow as insignificant as the past.