I float without meaning,
just my head in the clouds
dreaming
.
.
I'm stressing myself out,
just; to have recognition
that I can do something meaningful
.
.
and to distract me from the eyes of envy
that kills me slowly, oh so slowly
Even though I am far younger
then most people here
.
.
I long for the talents they have
because I am surrounded
by people
whose talents greater than I have
.
.
I take a scroll every day;
and see them
I don't like it;
but
it's okay
.
.
.
"It's alright,"
.
.
Since that's what
I always say
right?
.
.
I feel like a fragment;
either reused as
something greater
or
.
.
.
.
.
I
want to
disappear without
trace; and memories of
the sea along with the sky;
that lacks
its own sense
in
a weird
way


-brumous