i wish i wasn’t awake.
4:36am
running low
feeling filled
overwhelming ambitions
the reasons
for burnout.
inspiration is running with no outlet i will burn a fuse soon.
my thoughts are dancing with the moon but i am craving burn
freespeak easyspeak hidden meanings such a typical thing
i’m just a red balloon.
low on gasoline and nothing left to breathe.
i’m looking for the wrong kind of way to communicate.
letting go and letting God.
2 trains and i took the express way, passerby passing by
airplane constellations above the brooklyn night sky drive bye.
i wrote that around the time i wrote about buttons in purple ink.
what was high school like?
black and white.
i am free. and i don’t care.
empty, empty, empty.
fill, fill, fill.
my name is ANEW.
was this for you?