I don’t blame anyone but me.
It was all on me. Always.
I couldn’t adapt.
I couldn’t fit this odd shape
into any gaps I found.
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I don’t blame anyone but me.
It was all on me. Always.
I couldn’t adapt.
I couldn’t fit this odd shape
into any gaps I found.
…
Glowing with moonlight
From a clear sky
After a wicked storm:
Remember this!
Songs can really rewind us.
I cried three times in under twelve hours.
Maybe that’s some sort of progress.
That, or I’m getting worse…
I can’t tell.
No leaves have grown here:
This chilly spring reminds me
It all turns to black
Everyone makes distance
I get too close
Do I suffocate them?
I’m not human
I will never be
I’ve lived long enough
I feel so disconnected
I can’t connect
It’s so little so rare
I have earned nothing good that I have
I thought I’d be ok now
.
April 15 – 16, 2025; Sitting in my car after a class.
Sometimes
it feels like
the greatest act of rebellion
I have ever done
when the thoughts
begin to stagger
when the sentences
are stuttering
when the will
is faltering
is
to choose
nothing
My high school French teacher
told us in class one day that it’s important
to be “comfortable in our skin”.
My skin is simply a boundary.
It draws a perimeter for the others,
dividing the delicate from the wilds.
It contains the sensitive ones, guards my vitality,
and houses a precarious family of slight dysfunction.
Don’t need no booze
Don’t need no weed
Don’t need no ecstasy
This ain’t no “high on life”
This just me