always late to the dance. never early to arise.
the things i felt that were relevant arent so relevant.
i dont know if im trying to relive what i saw and what i felt
when i put on those old familar faces or places.
but i know somehow i still feel that association.
maybe not now, but i know its still there.
im not sure what i believe anymore.
im not sure what im feeling anymore.
walk the streets, wind to my back,
snow in my eyes, skin cracking on my lips.
still walking stillborn, still walking mutant.
still cursed rotten shit luck polluting carbon print fuck up.
hands on the wires and pulling on my neck.
im turning myself onto myself.
deaf ears and blind eyes, still waiting to feel something.
no luck, no love. nothing important anymore.
some people want to watch the world burn.
flower pushers get the first dive into the soil.
i get the last dive into the waters.