It's late. /awake
unbroken Moebius, (of
"look what you did) "look what you said") hated)hated)hated)
i remember carrying on like nothing was wrong with me.
they wouldn't meet
my eyes./
I am
being
carried
away—
to that terrible world of my thoughts
, alone;
if i can survive this
circumspection,/evade reaching tendrils
I may fade
into black—
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC
It's late. /awake
unbroken Moebius, (of
"look what you did) "look what you said") hated)hated)hated)
i remember carrying on like nothing was wrong with me.
they wouldn't meet
my eyes./
I am
being
carried
away—
to that terrible world of my thoughts
, alone;
if i can survive this
circumspection,/evade reaching tendrils
I may fade
into black—
