wish that i could let go.
wish that i could let u know.
i'm broken at the seams.
i'm in this all alone.
i've become almost ephemeral,
my center's become undone,
and there's no time, no extensions.
i'm sitting here sifting through words,
and bittersweet memories,
tired of being nostalgic,
tired of this ration that privilege has doled out to me,
and most of all, tired of being tired.
and i know there's no time,
no one gets extensions,
i'm here now and already gone,
this moment started and is already done.
i'm lost now and already found
in the spaces between moments,
looking for myself through your eyes.
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