Merrily Along We Go
not seeing anything, but the things we wanted to see.
Poetry
Anxiety
If not for yourself
Live for those who love you
Anxiety runs high
They don’t need to see
It’s written on your face
Anoxia
I never wanted to be here, but now that I’m here, I don’t want to leave.
Floating away and thinking I’m happy, but I’M not.
AI
I walked across a memory, and fell into a forgotten place; it was a lapse in memory. I’ve hurt myself. As I climb to the edge of the cranial recall.
Blaspheme
life is strife and to survive it too long is the true “hell.”