Jun 6, 2017
i feel like a rubber duck bobbing along to the currents of the pacific no land in sight no creature seen to be called a friend a garish, ostentatious yellow thinking it has the right to stand out against the deep blue
i write what's left of my blistered hands and swollen skull i give everything to serve the seas hoping that one day they become bathtubs yet i get nothing in return except cliched hellos and empty empathy
the air inside that duck is leaking the hope inside of me is speaking still seeking for any grasp of care that you have left over i keep my composure for now the waves come closer hoping for some closure an end of the line our minds don't align set fire to my spine you could never be mine
- on feeling lost and lonely