date written: May 1st 2023
whenever i wake up, i worry already start thinking about what will happen today who will i disappoint today that's not myself;
i get out of bed and i think
i should've stayed there instead i go through my daily five stages of no, not grief
something other, that i can't explain like that feeling you get when you can smell the rain
before the first drop runs down your cheek; i know it's pointless, this worrying this aching, this yearning, the happiness i don't even feel because compared to this universe? it means almost nothing, almost...
like there's no point to my story and this is why,
whenever i wake up, i worry.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts from inside a galaxy, or a speck of dust
Poetrystupid thoughts from inside my notes app. i've been writing in my notes app and random notebooks since i was 14. most of them don't have titles, so i'll put the date they were written instead.
