Coughing up blood
dry heaving
freezing cause there’s no heat
An empty house takes getting used to
cause all i see are ghosts,
memories and flashes of what may have been
and of what might still come.
What do you do when your home, once so familiar, suddenly shrugs off
the illusion to reveal the high walled prison its become?
Only now does the stark beauty of my world seem so empty and hollow.
I suppose the trick is to lives ones life outside of ones boundaries
to keep it interesting, vibrant, and alive
Fuck if i know what to do when your life becomes a bore to yourself.
boring
habitual
dead.
I find myself mourning my own life
looking at me, this man that ive become , asking who the fuck he is.
he’s not me
I scream, yell, shove and get no response
The man i am and the man i seem are so different.
Others would think me crazy should i act out as i wish.
Ive become tamed
domesticated and all too complacent
i just want to dance
to actually FROLICK
maybe then i can truely look myself in the eye
and like what i see.
