You’re bred to fold and tear apart like paper tigers
The internet is a great way to make yourself feel lonely.
Its terribly isolating. It’s too quiet despite there being millions of things happening every second that gets recorded to all these different social outlets. You’re not living any of it. You’re watching someone else do it.
I should get off it some time.
Maybe ride a bike or something.
With no irony, I’ll exclaim, “You Are My Shelter”
"As I wrestle with my broken breath
I’ve got these scratches and sores
I watch you lit up by a machine
This is more than I can afford
It’s got me tangled and tongue-tied
Heaving blackened lungs
I pay penance for the things I think
I’ve lost, and all I’ve done
So can you guide me, Sandman, with our bodies warm?
The only way I’ll lapse into this coma
Is the spark of your sweet storm
The sound of rain in a graveyard
The sound of us escalates
So tell me that you want me, need me
And that it’s not too late.”