2/7/18
another day
surreal
and pressing itself into my temples
glazed over
at a desk
calling it what it is
which is
bullshit
listening to my own mixes
remembering that night
that one morning
that turned everything upside down
how it felt like a blessing
to be so close to bliss
and now it haunts me
reminding myself of the things
i tell everyone else when they feel themselves sinking
and yet,
clarity
only comes spilling in
when i’m already soaked in light
