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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