newkidwithoutbraces

It was the middle of the night. High in chocolate's sugar rush, eyes wide with worry, mind buzzing with regret. Is this all there is? Nights spent awake, days spent tired and irate, all because somewhere at some point two people decided to give you life… Look, everything isn’t so bad. Sometimes sleep comes, and despite it all you get a break. But then the morning comes. The morning comes, it’s bright and crisp air fills you with promise, hope and aspirations that appear to be just out of your reach. Maybe if you stretched just a little bit further, worked that little bit harder, smiled that little bit wider. Maybe, maybe you could... But no, as great a promise as the sunshine had made for you- the night came and took it away. Night, oh ruthless night. Let me sleep, and let me dream, dream of a brighter tomorrow.

I feel like dying Fading Disappearing The walking dead are gone long before they are buried. I am one of them now. Corporate crushed my soul. And now I do not know where to go. I am scared. My spirit is clawing at my body to get out. It lacks direction but it has a purpose. It wants to be anywhere but here. But here it remains. Stuck Stuck Stuck In the Muck Muck Muck Of bad decisions and circumstances. My body needs to save my spirit. It is its vessel, but it will not move. It’s stuck in the muck with concrete blocks of indecision. It screams and cries but there is no-one. No screech of precision can break the concrete Break the muck Break the spirit that is stuck. Undone by the weight of being stuck stuck stuck, in the muck muck muck.