My head hurts
Must have been sleep deprivation
But I sleep just enough
I still wake up feeling tired anyway
Sometimes I think I'm a Tyler Durden
But I'm really more of a Charlie, the wallflower
Minus the infinite part, of course
Heavy as a house, my head hearts
Could be just the pressure
of trying to rip this skin open
Escaping this flesh prison
just to go somewhere
In the wind, in the trees, in the Pacific ocean,
in a singularity, in a song, in a fantasy,
in dreams, in a casket, in a memory
Truth be told, any point in space I wish I could be
Anywhere other than this body
March 5, 2020
