I am slowly turning into this gigantic pathological mass.
If you may please use caution.
I am so afraid it is only and definitely leading to destruction,
then I equal to nothing more or less than anything I despise (fear).
my senses all start to fail
with exaggerated tears, with finesse.
Is that why time after time I find it hard to reach
any kind of satisfaction?
Morphing into some wanderlust balloons I’d rather,
still endlessly drifting,
until none of it/me ever matters.
But don’t say i am pathetic —
I am just very sick.