she was floating in space
looking at the Earth
through the fogged lens of a dream.
but she was not asleep
her heart was so empty it felt full.
she was tired of the opposites.
tired of of the broken roads.
she drifted in space
asking every star
if they could guide her home.
and the stars responded,
“don’t you remember?
you were born of stardust.
this is your home.”

silence fills the room once more,
sitting behind your locked door.
open your eyes, a notification rang.
you’ve fallen asleep with the tv on again.
distractions, noise to keep your mind away,
one more play,
one more play,
one more play.
are you still watching?
are you still there?
or have you again let your mind wander elsewhere.
change the subject, change the story,
write another allegory.
turn off the screen, lock the door,
it's time to fall asleep once more.


― i don’t know how to make things better

I opened my...
And then I felt my soul leave
And never did it return
To me

I searched high
I searched sober

Then I stopped searching
Altogether

///
The screen brightens,
An instant’s clarity
Before eyes split
In mind’s departure.
\\
Make it to the link
///
A sliver’s
Voice echoing
Inside a void
Craving an abyss.
\\
Make it
To
The link.
///
There there
Will be another
Peace extended with
A simple meditation.
\\
Make It
///

I’m here, but I’m not.

No.

Wait, that came out wrong.

It’s like I know I’m on Earth, but what I see is blurred, what I hear is foggy, and I feel nothing.

Sometimes, when It gets worse,

I wake up days after I’ve left. Minutes spent scrambling. Not knowing where I am, how long it’s been or what I’ve done.

Then I’ll remember.

It’s like when I was drunk.

I know what I did because you told me and I remember myself doing them but I wasn’t there.

I’m scared because I miss moments in my life.

And what if one day I wake up and realise,

I’ve missed my whole life.