Just Abandoned My-Self.

Let's get. Let's get. Let's-let's-let's get.

Two two two two two two two two two two.


Can't, won't, and shouldn't. I hate those words. Ah circumstance.


There's no peace, in anything. Even in my head, anymore. Even with the static and noise and clicks and screeches and beeps. The only time I feel anything even close to peace is when my head decompresses.


I wish I could make sense to someone.

That someone could take that first step, instead of it always being me. Whenever I do it I just mess things up. Or have bad timing. Or just choose the wrong person.

So please, just once, can't someone take that first step?



I'll never make sense, though. Not to anyone.

Unstable in so many ways. Not as though it really matters. Stability tends to come with happiness, doesn't it? So it all makes sense. Except me.


Keys and keys and keys and keys.

I wish I knew. I wish I could decompress it all. Or better yet, rearrange it all, just like I do everything else.

It's warm. But I bet you're warmer. Not that I'll ever know.


Maybe a sun-baked snow cave wouldn't be so bad right now.