09-01-2023
The higher I climb, the harder the fall.
The more I try, the more I fail.
The more I see other people, the more apparent the differences in the planes of our existence.
When I look behind, all I can see is lost potential.
As each day passes, the thicker the fog becomes that fills the city. My direct line of sight obstructed by the symbol of dreams.
A bass pounds the walls of my skull. Faster. Louder. Harder.
The safety of blindness coaxes me with a promise of safety, of escape, or ignorance.
I want to be absorbed into every surface I fall into. I want to close my eyes to see. I want to open my eyes to dusk.
