20 mar 2019, Look Mom No Hands

Updated: Oct 8, 2019

Flat white.

It got to a point where symbols were meaningless.

Like you never had a pain of your own

Harder to explain.

You told them you were fine

You told them you can cross the road.

But here you are, a deer in the headlights,

A ghost on the street, cars

Roaming by you,

Passing through you,

Your transparency hurting

More than any other real wound.

You told them you can do this,

But in the same time

You had no idea what this is

Or what to do means. You told them you've lived through harder times

But you have never ever been

So hardened.