it felt so good to feel nothing at all.
it felt so good to be alone,
in a world of my own.
im never searching for an answer,
yet always chasing my frustration.
& although i move a bit too fast,
i always find myself coming back..
to myself.
sometimes im running,
sometimes im too caught up to move an inch.
today im cashing in bad luck and pleading for a clean slate and
tonight ill be moving full-speed,
hunting fear under the moonlight.

who knows what tomorrow holds..

non-existent stillness,
making a mess of my psyche.
playlist of memories on shuffle
but i think my shuffle button is broken.
losing hope like a needle on carpet,
trying to hold on before it drop it.
trying to stay sane and in the moment.
am i really back to being sober?