Day-In-Day-Out

Yesterday my mind was spinning, today it is numb.
I would explain but my mouth is dry.

I’ve collected a few things, gathered them in, and set them in the corner,
The dark corner:
Shadows brown, they move with the light.
At night they blend in with the absents of light.

I hide a lot.

I hide a lot.

What makes us grow, what carries us from here.

My eyes make me think I’m lying when I look onto my reflection…
“Come on man, your fine.”

Crazy, for life.
For life.

What makes my heart throb.
I feel my pulse.

“come on man, your fine”