Feb 2021
Tugging at my eyes
With the gentle touch
of a light-bathed savior,
Time has once again
Caused me to lapse
Into the world of waking dreams.
Reading what I hear
But all I hear is latin;
The voices in the confusion.
Spikes cloud my vision,
Disintegrating the border
Of self-awareness.
With the gentle touch
of a light-bathed savior,
Time has once again
Caused me to lapse
Into the world of waking dreams.
Reading what I hear
But all I hear is latin;
The voices in the confusion.
Spikes cloud my vision,
Disintegrating the border
Of self-awareness.
Half baked poem. I’m too afraid to sleep ****. I’m such a ******* wimp sometimes. Honestly I know it doesn’t matter in 2021, but I feel like if someone listed out my qualities to a stranger the stranger wouldn’t even think for a second that I’m a dude. It’s almost pitiful, but it isn’t, so that’s what matters.
