Trying to capture
an inescapable fate
and it seems with every breath I take,
the faster time proceeds.
Trying to explain
my perspective universe
and it seems the further back I go,
the further gone I am.
Trying to create
any possible escape
and it seems with each new goodbye note
the more I want to stay.
Day 6 of NaPoWriMo.
About recovery and learning to love the mind I'm stuck with, when sometimes all I want to do is set myself on fire or sleep forever.
