it’s a cold day. and you don’t know what you’re doing with your life anymore.
and you bury your face in your hands. and curl up in a ball on the floor. and wrap yourself in blankets until you don’t remember who you are anymore.
and the clouds slowly darken as the leaves melt on your shoulders. and you run out to the ocean in the middle of the storm, and all you can do is roar. because it’s all turning black and white. and how do you process something when where there used to be clarity now all there’s left is darkness, and some flickering neon lights?
and you stare up at the ceiling. and wonder if this is what it feels like to shrivel up into nothing.
wonder if this is really it. wonder why out of all the people it could have been you had to be sick.
it’s a cold day. and your hands go numb. and the wind blows through your hair. but go ahead. tell yourself you’re doing better.