Life is one continuous cycle of me trying to put it back together.
I'm always trying to figure shit out, and beat this fucking clock, but I can never seem to run fast enough.
And it's that time again where I stumble and fall back into familiar routines.
Hazey night and just barely getting through the days.
Always running in circles, and never being able to change the fucking cycle.
YOU ARE READING
When I can't breathe
PoetryMy poetry is an escape. Others may find meaning and define my poetry in their own way. There will also be spanish translations. (También hay una traducción al español para algunos de mis poemas gracias a Damian Laurent)
