I cannot help but wonder tonight if the archangels have abandoned me.
The universe has a plan for me but executes it unsympathetically.
My nocturnal nonchalance convinces me that I have nothing to lose,
and no one watching over me-
But there is always the moon;
There’s the moon.
I wonder if I will be happy, soon.
If all the lunar rays
I harvest through my labradorite will serve me well.
Whether I’ll hit the ground running or just simply
hit it like a meteorite.
Will I reach for the stars or throw myself
in front of the metro.
I seek solace in the sun and safety in the stars
but the sun no longer shines and the
stars no longer give a **** about my safety.
I have been plunged into darkness and led
astray.
Wandering aimlessly,
using the world as my own ashtray
because what other use does it have for me now that I am drowning,
with my head in the clouds?
Churchill called it the black dog,
I fear I will die within this brain fog.
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 3:35 PM UTC
I cannot help but wonder tonight if the archangels have abandoned me.
The universe has a plan for me but executes it unsympathetically.
My nocturnal nonchalance convinces me that I have nothing to lose,
and no one watching over me-
But there is always the moon;
There’s the moon.
I wonder if I will be happy, soon.
If all the lunar rays
I harvest through my labradorite will serve me well.
Whether I’ll hit the ground running or just simply
hit it like a meteorite.
Will I reach for the stars or throw myself
in front of the metro.
I seek solace in the sun and safety in the stars
but the sun no longer shines and the
stars no longer give a **** about my safety.
I have been plunged into darkness and led
astray.
Wandering aimlessly,
using the world as my own ashtray
because what other use does it have for me now that I am drowning,
with my head in the clouds?
Churchill called it the black dog,
I fear I will die within this brain fog.
wrote this during a fever dream and did not check it back for errors so it’s pretty raw folks