Sandpaper
Master sword
Bandage
Capsule
I took
The battery
Out
Of the clock
Better yet
It was never
Set
I’m on my own
Without
Ingredients
And
I’m out of
Special sauce
Sometimes I don’t realize how hard I dissociate until my therapist asks what I have in mind for when “this or that” happens… and I just don’t know, and I just can’t go there, because it’s too much to conceive in the state I’m in… I need to only exist my mind throws on repeat….
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