My life is on pause.
Stuck in a fog.
Making bad decisions.
I’m a sewer that’s clogged.
Overthinking.
Overbearing.
Over stimulate my own flaws.
To make room for more claws.
Scratching its way to my heart.
To bleed.
To fall.
Like licking blood stains off art walls.
A canvas so finished.
There are no blocks.
No stops.
Head is filled with so much intensity that’ll make your head spin.
Break.
Even possibly shake.
But not as far to make you feel lonely.
You may feel guilty but you’re not the one melting.
I’m the one who has to figure this out deliberately.
Warmly.
Figure this out calmly.
I have to push myself to be who I want.
To move swiftly.
Through gravity.
Stand still or keep going?