Sometimes I dream that I’m awake
Afraid of a fear I cannot shake
That I’m not the person that I am
Finding I cannot find the way
Through the fog of yesterday
Tomorrow's thoughts just slip away
And I remain

netflix is a girlfriend that doesn't say no and likes it all night long

Now that I'm in the real world I have been sucked dry of most of my creativity by responsibility and the daily dregs of life. Every day is a struggle to find and embrace the little vestiges of creativity that I can find.

I wish I could stop biting my nails and my lower lip.

tabula rasa
tomorrow's thoughts slip away
sand through spread fingers

i live by myself now...i'm kind of lonely living without anyone...even when living with someone meant i was belittled constantly.

cold whispers
the same words
over...
like a chasing dream
and awaken in a cold sweat

tell tale mind dwells
on decisions made in haste
sleep not for guilty conscience

unattainable
seduces with every step
carrot on a string

100 in a 55
adrenaline forces
heart to double down
with total disregard
the world flying by