Bursting bubbles of buds
Such mud!
Let’s play the grey days away

Doubt
what creeps in your heart and steals your things
**** it with a firey slash

I can’t do much anymore
there’s nothing left to do
even though the sun in shining
and i made myself a big creamy latte

I want to paint a net of stars in a wide swath
(do you remember when you were falling but you would never touch the ground)
Now we have all come crumbling in
Outside, men move with heavy legs like zombies
We don’t speak much
but are cogs in a wheel
we move as we are told to
Herd immunity
the human sacrifice and killuminati certainly isn’t at
the forefront of my mind, but

this slow trickle of expectation
everyday being told things are getting better

only to realize that they are most terribly worse
we are unable to dream
because dreaming is outside the law
but this is a bad dream, we are living in a bubble
unable to touch those nearest and dearest
crying out internally for someone, anyone,
are you there dear?
can you hear me

cry out in the night and let them know
you’re still breathing
even if they can’t hear you
even if no one cares
you care.