Sometimes
On a sticky morning
Where the sun
Won't stop shining
And my head
Won't stop wondering
The next best thing
Is a tale as old
As time

F*ck this **** I'm out

wow. im lost again.
its a ****** feeling. because idk what to feel.
but thats ok.

i need these times to constantly be changing.
i just need to embrace it.
maybe its my soul needing a rest until its ready.

maybe my brain is just trying to function while my soul finds it's way back to me.

it will come back soon but for now i am lost and thats ok.

if my head weren't attached
i'd lose it in seconds.

no. milliseconds.

my head is more like
a beautiful bouquet of balloons
i hold tightly with both hands

when i'm doing too good
i get so excited that

WHOOPS!

i let them all go.

and then i'm jumping
like a ******* idiot
trying to gather them all.

but they float away fast
and i'm still jumping
while others tell me,
"it's okay, they always come back...
well, after you f i n a l l y calm down."

but i can't calm down
i lost my balloons.

of course, eventually, they do come down.
deflated and strings tangled
(or missing)

i gather them
try to untangle and repair them
and hold on tightly
with both hands
once again.