Everyday just seems to get longer. To drag by ever so slowly. I want to go home. But I know that it will offer no shelter. Just more annoyances. Do This or Do That.
Melting away. Just falling through the cracks. Seeping through the day. A few more steady blinks until the end. Counting each heartbeat.
Three...
Two...
One...
Personal escape. Just let me fall. Let me leave this blinding light. I want to find my soul again. Repair the fractures. Heal. Instead, I burn in the face of disappointment. Draining my thoughts into a paper cup. Trying to read my future in their pitiful dregs. Swirling down. Around. Through.
Ingesting this spiteful poison. Bitter mortality.