I feel sad
the dropped is due the hours are blue
through and through.
I yearn for everything, but do nothing of use to me or you.
I blank this blog, I wish I never paid for it, since
that ruined my desire to continue it.
why? it does not make sense
but that is exactly how I am.
if things are looking well and good
I’m sure to mess them up again.
no matter, yore
the bar was set before.
I saw them revelling in instagram stories
I saw how boring.
was thankful not to have to bear another bar.
aching for something special to happen,
it’s just like this but different
in the morning.
I’ll be myself, as confused as ever,
but not consumed.
I have a chance of getting better.
what is this bullshit
it’s only half-truths in half-rhymes
the truth is that I need to soothe the hungry ghost
fathoms deep
in god.
The Sobriety Tree 