a fine mood
My bad, for being cynical here.
It's just, I've gone so far down this rabbit hole.
I felt kicked to the side before, and you...
Should I trust
The street beneath my shoes is gravelly and it hurts a little
when I step.
I only hear my steps, alone.
I have gone crazy, alone.
Crazy...
I look for answers,
in my headphones, in the leaves on the trees of the neighborhoods I take walks in.
My own eyes, in the mirror.
Maybe my steering wheel can tell me something.
I take deep breaths but this anxious feeling comes back every time.
I cry again while the cars on the road drive by, busy with their own lives.
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