favorite mirrors there.
I want to look at what I think I know,
but all I do is stare too long.
Hard
to find proper dogs cause I'm alone and I don't care.
Though that grass is greener it just don't even compare.
At all,
at all.
All this time I want to give you back,
I feel all black and absentee.
Am I just going through the motions or is this how I'll be?
Barely focused anymore,
the haze is up and I can't see.
Red bottle, white cap.
Slime in my stomach slowly turning,
staring at the corner of the towel.
Dry as my hair,
but my hands burning,
think I'll be in here a while.
I'm gone.
My cause intake is turning,
growing to a man from a child.
I want to watch him play,
I want to see him score,
I want to be around cause I hear him making slime.
Some more,
some more.
All this time I want to give you back,
I feel all black and absentee.
Am I just going through the motions or is this how I'll be?
Barely focused anymore,
the haze is up and I can't see.
Red bottle, white cap.