somewhere between a lifetime of spirals
and I’m tired, so tired
of this wintry grief
it’s starting to rain
and it’s melting my shoes
and the garden outside my dream
I can’t wake up anymore
the quiet rush of silence and the
feathers in my pillow
somewhere between a commitment to
this walkway
and I’m tired of this route
I’m coming undone
with crazy thoughts and
diabolic gesturesand I wish -
I wish every fucking day
I wish that I was somewhere
better than here in between
I’ve spent my whole life
looking in from the wrong side of the glass
