I sit here, submerging in my own filthy dishonour, grimy delinquency, living with an unspeakable truth.
That I no longer stand on stable ground.
The earth beneath me shattered into cosmic waste.
I struggle to rise above it all, all the shit clutching at my slender throat, i grab at it, claw at it, trying to stay afloat.
I'm caught in its embrace.
I cant battle any more, its useless, i'm done.
Then i hear that familiar ding of your calming text, that exceptional someone.
The one who ends the bullshit clogging my mind, attacking my soul.
The one who i call a friend, there's no one like you, there's no one similar.
You ask me what i'm doing?
I say nothing in particular.
