the days are beginning to
bleed into each other
again

and i don't mean in the way
you clink a beer bottle
or raise a toast
or kiss someone
goodnight

i mean in the way that
feels like your bones
are sore from doing nothing
and your fingers are
screaming to touch more
than your peeling wall paper

i feel like i'm walking the
same road every day
and i never reach the end
but i know i'm walking
to my death

this might just
be where it
all comes crashing down
like rain that doesn't
sprinkle before it pours

all we can do
is sit on the ground
and let
the sadness
soak through

and that's the
real tragedy