i woke up.
curiosity, excitement, and dread
boiled together in my head.

dusted angels dance in the sunlight.
but here, it was a hope for night
because this love, and this fright, it’s not quite right.

my mind is supposed to be quiet.
that voice, I’m not supposed to fight it.

i was drowning in a sea storm,
so what am I breathing for?

i was slipping under the clouds,
my emotions holding me down.

the sun is so dark,
and my night had no stars.
my dreams were black tar and used cigars;

just a dead end.
i've spent what there is left to spend.
there's too many splinters to mend.
i’m so broken and bent,

i can't

breathe most of the time.
my own identity wasn't mine.
it was just faceless and unkind.
all I wanted was to die.

i was so lost.
my glass heart covered in frost.
of my life, what was the cost?

a tiny jar
with white pebble art.
it wasn't too far,
and most of all, it wasn't too hard.

and then to sleep,
i prayed the lord my soul to keep.

and sleep was

reckless,
pointless,
dreamless, and seamless,
but deathless.

and so in the day
i woke up,
nonetheless.