in an ecosystem of you & me
i am the bottom of the food chain.
you are the very top, my existence
lives solely for yours, my mishaps, my cause,
is your effect.
in this ecosystem, you are dependent on me,
and similarly, i am dependent on you.
our reckless words, accusatory apologies belong to us.
in this ecosystem, do not we just manipulate one but all?
i lay on my supposed place of rest,
unable to perform the action for it's lonely purpose.
i am not in a state of woke, nor a state of purpose,
but a state of illusion where
my thoughts
resemble the inside of a cup with cold water on a hot day.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts between runny ink
Poetrypoetry, a burst of incoherent thoughts written late into the unforgiving truth of night.
