it’s been rough. i’ve started too many posts with that, but goddamn has it been rough.
and for each correctly used apostrophe
i could feel my heart sink inside my chest in front of me so
i don’t know how to say some of this anymore.
i can’t really think right now in this place
there’s too many colors, enough to drive all of us insane
it feels to me like time has been an illusion.
the needle on the spinning wheel
collecting silver coil
i can’t say, wholeheartedly, that i am the same person i was three years ago.
multi-colored ornaments in people’s houses make me feel like
i’m the only one out here, everybody feels like that dear
i don’t know if that’s a good thing.
i got boulders on my shoulders
collarbones begin to crack
it feels to me like everything’s on fire, and we can’t do anything about it except cook some popcorn over the flames.
i kinda feel like something is changing forever
i can’t be certain, but i think you know
i don’t want to get political. that only ends in fire and flames. but fire is an emotion, and it’s something more then apathy.
everything’s coming up roses
everything’s coming to a bitter, bitter end
do you even remember the past years? i don’t. in 6th we got a two week vacation which turned into a three month addition to summer break.
nobody knows everything
we know this to be true
7th was a masked blur.
being in this space has made me feel
a bit more small and i’m not quite sure where i’m going next
8th was quarantine season. i actually got quarantined, a week after the close contact. three days after they shut everything down for two weeks.
the roads are my home, the horizon my target
if i keep on moving, never lose sight of it
and now here we are. and i don’t remember my 13th.
so hug all your friends and let them know
you’re not letting go, no i won’t let go
i am currently writing this post in a haste in our shed. this is the real me, i suppose.
and when our eyes meet
all i can read
is “you’re the b-side”
there is no fitting end to this post. there never was, there never is, and there never will be. so i’m ending it however i like. and i like myself a good abrupt ending.
happy halloween, merry christmas, have a good easter. make some damn memories. make them better then mine.
and every sentence that i spoke
began and ended in ellipsis