I am breakable.
dissect me open with the scalpel
and see, I am made of
dying stars & endless apathy

Don't you wish
we had it different? That
we weren't human because
in the animal kingdom these days,
being human sucks.

I count the suns
that fly away behind the shadow of my curtains
into another world

into someone else's world.

Folded my hands pray
but my mind wanders
into the morning

I need coffee, and music

and paper.
lots of it

and I don't anything much.
Just that, maybe if you'd accompany me today

that would be nice.