revolving doors.

these eyes they opened.
back to the one two threes.
the trivial conversations amongst the bodies of the bus.
where you went tanning. how many times you worked out.
how much money your too well off relatives gave you because the lord rose.
the nauseating smell of the seats..maybe its the seats.
whatever it is. its nothing you would want living in your air.
no i won't pretend today. but i won't be honest when you ask me your questions of return.
it was fine..whatever. i just don't want to be here.
that's probably what ill say. its easier that way.

i didn't eat. i don't normally eat in the mornings..
i wish sleep isn't somewhere i would rather spend my time.
than consuming what i need. not participating in what i want.

two months and a day..its only been a week.
you have offered me hope.

its still foggy down here.
the sun burns deep. in through the bones.
and its all to much to bear.
i've ready lost my insides. i can't lose those too.
all that will be left is the surface layer of my being.
a hollow body. living. breathing. empty.

its a good thing i can post through the use of my phone.
i'd be drowning in my thoughts otherwise.

one. two. three..