Thoughts come hacking in night plagues
It's 2am and there will never be enough
Bodies choke the sea and night sky bulges at its seams
Flush with prayers and grief
Energy is finite
Children are missing (I need to sleep)
There is another day
On the horizon (I need to sleep)
A friend begins to lose their grip as another message goes unread
Lights are left on and moths are burning in their thousands
I am sorry for everything
2019 • I am less than I expected to be
2019 • I am less than I expected to be
2019 • I am less than I expected to be
2015 • I am still scared of living
2016 • I am everyone I’ve ever met
2019 • I am less than I expected to be
2019 • I am less than I expected to be
2019 • I am less than I expected to be
2019 • I am less than I expected to be
2019 • I am less than I expected to be
2015 • I am still scared of living
2015 • I am still scared of living