used to be scared of the nightfall afraid of what i couldnt see of my own imagination? the light stayed on until i was old enough to fight insanity -- insomnia ensues: a wandering thru my membrane tightening the screws with my bare hands ive been tripping ever since i could stand never had a real friend to show me my blind spots so i fail and i flail and i falter and i find myself again at the alter repenting each time bidding for peace of mind bidding for peace of mind
zamy maa // a cry for strength when there is no blueprint for this life you’ve chosen and you’re doing your best not to be compressed from the overwhelming tension rising in your chest.













