observation
#Anxiety #Cigarette #JenJenay #Short #Smoke
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
Flying out of the nest, At sixty mph, Four hours—without rest.
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
Last Night. Was the first night I had a thous… Perforating with tender thoughts i… Last Night. Was the the first night, in my lif…
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
You collect calluses, Like precious gems, Revering their form, Keeping them close, And if it wasn’t for me,
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
The warmth of my tea, How lovely at six a.m. Oh! The little things.
I’m always enamored with, Short periods of time, With fantasies of, Your hand in mine.
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
Despite the rips in between the se… I can’t escape my bones, I can’t fight the dreams, So I wait but, I can’t manage to speak,
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
