distracted
trying not to acknowledge if or maybe
the voice in my head more comforting than my
inside and outside voice
sitting here with a million imaginary ideas
blocked by a million imaginary reasons
sitting in the clouds
the sky guiding me in unorganized directions
finally accepting the fact that things change
I just want to throw everything away
I’m not using it anyway
did I even exist before today?
all this cosmic energy felt like magic
actual magic
and it now feels captured and contained
and needs approval from marketing
adulting starting to feel like wearing a suit to a party you didn’t want to go to and you have to stay ‘till the end because you agreed to give someone a ride home
all of a sudden I’m back to that other timeline
2012
I’ve got no time to explain why I don’t have time to explain that
waiting for an answer to the same question over and over
Am I still here?
and if so, what am I going to do about it?