Days have been passing like whole seasons, cold hours, sunburns, long sleeves. I'm being dragged by storms to hopeless islands. My rights feel wrong and my wrongs feel right, there are no lies if there's no truth, I beg for answers but all get is silence.
can you see through the haze of future parading shadows of commuters in the crevice of time past the kaleidoscopic glass castle and sepia windows reflected in your eyes students baying within bubbles of blue blaring muted, ancient, utopian cries let's chase clouds from now
Today I had the last day of lecture, feels like an unofficial graduation. How time flies
I don't recognize this face in the mirror, this didn't use to be me, what am I? How far away am I? All the damage I've seen, all the harm I've done, maybe I deserve to be uncertain. All the life has been ****** out of me, I might've done this to myself, I could be held accountable. I try to be smart enough to show what's inside, I don't believe I am, no words seem to be enough to show what I mean. Is this all just selfish of me? Narcissism, is it what this is all about? Not everything is about me, why do I feel all the pain? Can anyone tell me what this is all about? I'm scared, hopeless, and alone. Every sentence might be the last.
All my stuff might as well be tagged sad or depressive.