you’re a nobody
a somebody, a maybe
once pre-existing
concept i conjured up to
fill the space of a body

i'm responsible only for my own hardships you've got your own past. it's a truth and a fact, but still, we divide pain like friends
unrelieved tension
sits high on my shoulders, stuck
trying to wiggle
it out, rising crashing waves
ennui, loneliness, pushing

it’s taking me a a long-ass time to think of words or phrases, anything i think i’ve just lost my touch did i ever have it, though?

happiness project v.1

for a rainy day.archive

wait, what?