chaos
i’m afraid of life, death and the pursuit of happiness. i’m trying to keep my mind numb and busy so i don’t obsess over my current catastrophes and mistakes. my shoulders are burdened with permeant ache. My ears ache and bleed with stories on the news and screams from my family. I know i’m close to something new because every little thing seems to keep getting harder, like trading broken glass and regret. my mind petals backwards and something i wish time machines existed. But if i didn’t lose this fight, if i didn’t loose this war then i would have no stories that could be told. I’m just hanging around for the next story. I’m an addict for something that’s currently killing me, and it doesn’t numb the pain like it should. But i guess i’ve learned to let the hurt begin to take over my body and comatose my sins.
luna wrenn
