original poem made on march 28th 2024
tw: don't read if you are sensitive to certain topics
The months start to pass like how ocean waves go fast, your days are blending together and nothing feels real. your emotions are all mixing together and you don't know how to feel. It's like sitting on a star watching the moon spin slowly and minutes are starting to feel like days and days are starting to feel like years. It's calming but lonely. You feel like your head is spinning vastly. Your mind is turning into nothing, the way your mind is wondering
Why would you love me? But it just starts to carry like a foot step in snow that's melting. Maybe this is what's happening, but I just want you to hear me.
I'm just gonna go to bed and this will be better in the morning.
