Elucidating Questions

It’s cold

Maybe I’m just not cold enough

Still

One single grass blade dances in the stillness

I wish I had all the answers I seek

Ways to make things better

Nonsense positivity is fine

But there has to be something to be positive about first

I’m so sick of hearing “I’m sorry”

Hearing it so often makes me realise why all my apologies seemed so cheap to people

Nothing words that do nothing

Better to do nothing to apologise for

And, you must stop with the well placed music

Some things are over before they even begin

It’s hard to sort myself out of it

Besides

I see his true colours now

It’s fine this way

Who knows what happens

I’ll survive

I guess

Is this the plan?

It’s rude

There’s a let involved

Better to stick to met people

And rude of him to breathe life into me anyways

It wasn’t the tone

It was the cadence

And you know?

I don’t want to love this right now

Infinite and terrifying

My self

Certainly I’m my own demon

But I would be foolish to imagine an angel would find me now

My toes are aching from the cold

Brilliant

Sensation

They hurt because of something

Not like whatever was clawing its way out of my spine earlier

Forgot to eat today

I’ll go do that now

And put on some fluffy socks