Aug 30, 2023


The clock has been ticking for a while now

A stopwatch set by my own hand

still i stand shocked reminded of it’s finiteness

My finger pulsates over pause, contemplating all the possibilities

to rest and to be reckless

to prove that I could let go and live

to wind down the loop of tight that I had wound up in

To win – because god do I hate losing, unless it’s control of myself of course

my first love was madness afterall