And It Feels Like I've Already Been There, Sounds Like I'm Preaching The Choir.

Static and static and static and stagnant.

Once I wanted stagnancy.

But now.

Now I crave change and chaos and decay and the end of all this.

Hopefully, your change

Will allow my change.

Though it's never about me, with you.

Me, without you.

These narrow

Narrow stairs

And these narrow

Narrow stares

Down this looooooooooooooooong

Hallway

Keep me up at night

My breathing is

Heavy

My hearing is

Suffering

My mind is

Cloudy

And these thoughts are

Festering

Tonight

And tomorrow

And yesterday

Someday I'll be whole again. I hope.

Though half of a whole would be nicer.