everythingiwritefuckingsucks

i am as empty as an ocean.

the darkness now lives in daylight.
sewing together the threads of every
morning's wake
and every night's somber

intangibility is felt through
the stable currents of instability
draping itself heavily
over the doorways they all effortlessly walk through.

i want to go home
i want to go home
i want to go home

mud feels like clay and rain feels like hail
a days worth of vegetation is never
harvested by the initiator.

i fell asleep at the incline.

ghosts
they leave their cages and travel through the wind pipes.
the search for water is highly needed
but the drought has finally hit its climax.
water is nowhere.

i lose sleep at the incline.

clocks move backwards
time falls short
smile lines fade
and fade and fade and fade

another time
another place
another chance
another me

someday.