it's like:
sad but on the darker side of the moon
it's like:
bony claws scratching at your knees
it's like:
im choking in fog and the sensation of dying
and im so goddamn sad and i want to exit out the door (for maybe a month? that'd be nice.)
what's the solution to that, scientifically?
how do i grant a temporary death, just as a vocotionial vacation?
does it have to be so all or nothing?
it's like:
dragging
im dragging everyone down, and the worst part is i don't want to stop
it's like:
it's overwhelming, all consuming, to the point where feathers of fear blossom along my spinal cord, itching and aching until i want to punch something, i want to scream somewhere
it's like:
im so sad, and i decided so long ago that i don't want to be sad no more, so why am i still so sad?
can i ask why it's so hard again? or is that another forbidden question?
hey, look, can't you see it?
there it goes. my silvery sliver of happy i somehow left to slip out my brain, spooling and swirling onto the floor
i think i'd give chase, but i think im too tired.
too sad.
too trapped here as i am, on the darker side
of the moon.