Comings and goings are far too common. There is always too little staying. Too little being.
An eggshell wraps around me, protecting me while I curl up in the fetal position. The rest of the world burns away and at last I am born like the phoenix ascendant.
All I want is for someone to tell me everything is ok for a little while. To wrap me in arms of compassion, tell me I am wanted, desired.
I hate being a burden, I hate being out of place, unwanted, in the way.
Fuck everything.
Let sleep take me.
An eggshell wraps around me, protecting me while I curl up in the fetal position. The rest of the world burns away and at last I am born like the phoenix ascendant.
All I want is for someone to tell me everything is ok for a little while. To wrap me in arms of compassion, tell me I am wanted, desired.
I hate being a burden, I hate being out of place, unwanted, in the way.
Fuck everything.
Let sleep take me.