I feel alone in almost every single way possible.
I'm smoking a cigarette on a grassy hilltop.
I can't seem to quit these fuckers, no matter how hard I try.
The constant sound of the highway in the
distance rings through the air,
like a soft breeze on a Hot July Evening.
I am reminded of the time that I felt this same way at sixteen,
A bitter taste forms in the back of my mouth.
Every heartbeat of my existence starts to pull me farther underground.
My chest hurts, because I realize I'm never going to be okay.
My chest aches today and I wish I could travel back in time to a place where I was more at peace with who I was and where I was in life. But I feel like if I went back I'd find out I wasn't happy then either.