Usual thoughts,

Wednesday, December 25

i quite like myself

slouched over a television 
with a broken remote,

pale skin alive 
with glowing colours 
at 3:33 in the morning
i think i am at my best

when i am hovered

over the kitchen 
sink just after dark

running hot water

over my raw fingers
i feel great

when i am sprawled across my bed

crying before i even wake up

sun pushing, unwanted,

through a dirty window
i am very happy with who i am

i say aloud in the car

all alone

while i consider driving into a tree
even contemplating 
to drive through the bridge fences

i am very happy with who i am 

i dont know you
i dont even know who am i now
but i think, i'm still happy