There Is Something Missing

there is something missing

there is something missing - by that i mean it was never there and yet the empty space is gilded with want and the floor is shaking with longing, but i cannot give it what it wants.

there is something missing - by that i mean the sky is off a shade of blue and the minutes contain half a second to spare, and there is a weeping woman asking the wall for advice.

  I spring awake in the heat, springing alive in the morning. And it's a heat beneath sheets that tore me awake from my dreams - rendering me alive in the morning.

  I gasp awake in the night, gasping alive in the moment. And it's the night that lights each sight from my mares that wake me in fright - rendering me alive in the moment.

  I did not want to spring awake like a bud, had no wish of springing like a flower - but I bloom in my storms and wilt in the day, grow weed-like names, grow insane, stay never the same, to lose aim of my weary shame because I never wanted to wake as a bud, and did not wish to spring like a flower.

if their song doesn't fade in like morning or creep into your dawn, start rethinking about ur relationship with them

“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice

send help one chapter of the book i'm attempting to finish is taking whole wEEKS TO FINISHSHSHSHEJDJSHSHGRRRR

*removes headphones to make sure random ass noise was part of the song and not psychosis*