ITS ALL OVER

It seemed, getting older time dilating. 

digging a hole next to the well. The well the source of creative pain and misery that served so well, is now dry.

but I cannot escape the new hole I have made.  I fear I am lost in the ground. 

I wear no seatbelt

I still haunt the same corners

the same bathroom stalls

the same dark corners of my mind find me dull and dilapidate

there is no anger, no shame, just empty nothing. no water. no vice. no way out

SO I BREATHE IN

one big breathe

hope that it will carry on to the next

hope that oxygen will bring reason to the day.

I will pray to the creator for help, I didn't make this life.

I wont get mad but I wont get anything.

KEEP THE FORCE going as fast as humanly possible