In a corner I can’t get out of.
Dream it away and shrug it off.
Withering away with laughter and joy.
Every now and then I get a nostalgic glimpse.
Stay here or see the lunar eclipse?
Living life like staring at a rearview mirror.
Always hiding in plain sight.
Catharsis through anarchy.
Burn the two sided candle simultaneously.
I envy you and wish I could live vicariously.
Listening to too many voices that lead me to chase my vices.
Well I guess I’ll meet you down the rabbit hole again.
Drip drip away.
Thank you all for the continued support.
Leave a comment