How is it that all you had to do was show up For every fudging ordeal in my life To revolve around proving a point? (That I exist. That I am me. And you are you. And I hope to god there is a we That I exist)
in her true state her hair is down and beaded bracelets adorn her arms. she drifts through time like an expert sifter. sifts through hobbies like an expert drifter. dawdles at the highways hoping to run into someone who’ll show her the way but mostly there’s just a lot of orange lights and cars honking.
I don’t want to sleep. Every word in my textbook tastes like pressure. I don’t want to sleep because then I’ll have to wake up and I would’ve lost another day to junk food and television, attempts at a first chapter of a story that never turns out right, calls I never make and deadlinesContinue reading “Dark circles.”
imagine you have nothing to lose
I’m talking about the people whose paths you cross, but that’s about it.
Do they collect in this random place labeled LOST in the middle of nowhere?