phase I.
i don't feel like doing anything-
i've lost the energy,
the will,
the love.
phase II.
all i do is sit in my chair-
snuggled and hidden in my gray sweatshirt-
laying my head on my desk,
or lay,
thinking,
staring at nothing at all,
in my bed.
phase III.
sometimes,
with arms draped over my head-
other times,
distressed turnings.
phase IV.
the cool air comes in,
the rustle of leaves,
the glimmer of the Helius-
none of them enough to wake me up.
phase V.
i walk like a dead person-
and internally,
act and
feel like o
n
e
phase VI.
i'm so lost-
so sad-
so mad these days...
phase VII.
breathing is hard,
every time i do-
i picture the traumatic moments
and sad scenes of nobody
phase VIII.
i-
i-
i've lost the will.
i've lost the will.
phase IX.
but if feels nice-
here in this secluded,
internally quiet space with
sad music murmured to myself-
barely a sound escape my lips; notable.
phase X.
all i can repeat-
all i can see-
i've lost the will.
i've lost the will.
i-
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Footnotes
One of those times --
If i could just disappear already
Listening to "Carry You" by Ruelle (ft. Fleurie)
9.20.21
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