hit that bed and sink
let it all swallow you whole while you can't help but think.
think about this,
think about that,
think about any and every till the lifeline's flat.
shit's so quiet can hear heartbeat slow—
jump out,
stand on your feet with head raised high,
just to droop and fall into the comforting hole again.
just want to sleep—
deep,
until it all subsides,
or until a fantasy of it never being real appears,
iconically the wanting of this kind of peace is what's feared.
YOU ARE READING
wabi-sabi
Poetry🎍| more of the same...lessons to gain, & writing to lessen the strain. the same but more evolved soul puts it all down once seeing life for what it is & isn't. New journal, new creator. This time around I'll be more raw, more vulnerable, more open...
