♡isorosa words♡

the sweet self-obsessions of too much time in one's thoughts if I could at times rip myself out of body and skull and float in the coolest ocean or be a Mediterranean villa bathed in the sun as it sets and have the breeze crash on my walls and just be no other anxieties but being

I've spent too much time on my own 7, 8, or 9 months long, the past not my business fantasies so mindspinning, this reality drives me to withdrawal yet here I am inside my head,  closing my eyes makes my dreams real.

There's something classic about windows cracked open in the pouring rain

doubt that suffocating friend, so familiar, and toxic, the chains tight and I'm seeing stars, her foe: confidence, a mentor of mine long neglected falling with the leaves in fall from the trees I try a grasp her before spring before she smashes her skull on pavement, vigilant of her movements like a child too quick for my reaching hand, in her fleeting liveliness  before falling unconscious to whiplash and concussion, I beg of her, beg! come back! teach me how to live.