i apologize for the choices i’ve made – to my future self who i never became
these early mornings where i just stare at walls – puffy eyed and dazed with no thoughts at all
bones feeling brittle and broken – it’s half the reason i know i’ve awoken
slumped waiting for the sun to rise – wash off this dreamworld in my insides
these empty stomach decisions – i’ve conquered the silence, became friends with it
it’s all becoming a viable siege of youth – i’m slipping back into a senseless state, it’s no use
losing degrees of cognitive filtration – it’s part of the recipe of restless reconciliation