Everything feels surreal
As though everything is moving fast but stays completely still
I’m running in circles
Past friends and empty faces
Passed stations and bus lanes
Digging up bones in the dark
Trying to find the exit
Eternal peace
And happiness
For I can swear I saw it once
In a red dress; on a cloudy day
and I ran to it burning
With the weight of oceans tied
By a rock from my legs
Left me kicking on again
Pulling at the new scars death had left
Again
On a shackled up ghost; shedding skin
I’m not who I was when you knew me
And you’re not talking in your sleep
“Well I’ll be ******
Here comes your ghost again”
Sitting on a barbed wire fence
On a dotted line; unending
Alexa with her literary references

Again
I’m doing it, again.
Losing my self in what I listened to
And it’s all back
It keeps happening again
and again,
and again.
Until I wish I couldn’t breathe
Until you’re tapping at my door
On the crux of drowning
A hand away from shore