Sailing soft, frozen in time-- Sat on your chair where I could've sworn I saw a past life regression flash along
Your face. Stuck there now, I'm alone now and forever forth. For years I stored half my cash into a box without second thought just to end up spending it all in six months.
that last crash erased all the academic pablum that proved less required reading more distraction.
Just a border now, head against an extending wall, Witless and stonecold sober;
At ease with every unanswered craving And coexisting with a life where nothing goes according to plan.
Trapezing the edge of a rolling dice waiting to be flattened. I'm properly done writing poetry,no more energy or will. Wish you all luck over the coming years, whether you're in a good spot or your lowest lows