Mother Nature has been unloving my frail existence for 21 years but that’s somehow ok **between these deceiving walls I got my neatly contained death wish files, my painful storage boxes: (tears, fears, memories) with a huge gap of anxious emptiness and angry disdain**broken faucet, the water fails to stop, drowning my universe, in faint hues or shades of grayscale**my mind still spinning, out of tune, dismantled ferris wheel.

I’m here but truly gone far away. my heart dying. my head beats in waves of pain.