Slept through the rainbow feather

Well I don’t know if I could have seen it from here

Sometimes I feel like my memories are feathers

Floating away as they come

But there is no epic quest to collect them here

Always half finished

Never an ending

I’m doing my best to stay awake today

I’m trying

I don’t know why

But we do have to try, right?

Last night’s dreaming

Always vivid

Then mostly gone

Some moments feeding back to me throughout the day

I have to get through the dark time

I know they come back and I just have to I just

Wish there was someone to sit with me

When my mind is drowning me

I get knocked down

But there I go getting back up again

I don’t know if this is some manual in how to just take the hits and write the pain and keep fucking going anyways

But there it is

Trying to stay up

There hasn’t been any reasons yet

And it’s Sunday so nothing happens

Existing out of spite

Spite damn it

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