i am hopeless.

my unstable mind,

flickering without my focus,

and many flaws materialize

like how i fall in love with beautiful minds

before i step back to see the picture.

like how i romanticise my problems

so nobody sees the person behind the curtain.

its easier to cope, to breathe, to see

when you draw yourself in.

like how sleepless nights make me question myself,

and time is my worst enemy.

that man steals the only friendly things i have

and flushes them down the river

to what i can only assume is Arcadia.

i shove myself into situations, hard to escape.

perhaps, in hope i will fit in somewhere.

i lace tiresome days with confusion

and end with some sort of break.