...to become someone that I end up being nobody.
this selfish rain keeps
my decomposing colours
I can't do anything about it.
too paralyzed,too scared
of the unknown,
prone to colds and everlasting fantasies.
"runaway train" is on repeat,
I've spilled coffee all over my tongue
but I can't get my brain to welcome
this morning with a warm
I think my calendar fell asleep-
it's autumn,not the edge of summer,
judging by all these dripping
yesterday's shadow is still
on the carpet.