i could stand to be alone
for some time
lose myself in white noise
slip into the blur
contemplate the color yellow
right now
i don't handle splashes too well
or too many teeth
around me all at once
armed like guns with something to say
urgent whispers
hoarse restraints
quiet as paper cuts
people steal me away
cart my flesh into tiny crimson piles
my bones have been sore
rattling against each other
in their anemic rage
ravens cricling
my heart beating
it's time to go , it's time to go
someplace full of surf
full of flat blue sky
full of shuuushhh

in a daze, i have forgotten my goals or even meaning in what i am doing, my path has somehow fallen off track and i feel lost
i am feeling bitter and used. my heart feels sore and i feel sorry for myself. why do i always do the wrong things? i crave that feeling, that comfort that used to surround me, where are you now?