I wish I could find a direction to go
My stomach feels sick
The roads are covered in snow
and there are no tracks to follow
How does one unwind
something so intertwined?
I tell myself to breathe
It’s going to take some time
to step outside society’s design
so I just say I’m fine
As I trace my own decline
I’m also on cloud nine
Imagining my face in your neckline
your hands finding my waistline
And I know,
these thoughts aren’t fine
So I freeze here on the line
choose not to move
and resign.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 4:57 PM UTC
I wish I could find a direction to go
My stomach feels sick
The roads are covered in snow
and there are no tracks to follow
How does one unwind
something so intertwined?
I tell myself to breathe
It’s going to take some time
to step outside society’s design
so I just say I’m fine
As I trace my own decline
I’m also on cloud nine
Imagining my face in your neckline
your hands finding my waistline
And I know,
these thoughts aren’t fine
So I freeze here on the line
choose not to move
and resign.
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