Sometimes

I feel so crazy today
I woke up to my face
It looks confused
I spend so much fucking time alone
I tripped on my rug
I laughed at some sad shit
I am obsessed with tea
I try to leave me alone
I try to better myself in my head
Trying is an honorable way of failing
That is what I heard
No echo
The thing about trouble is that it is never boring
Just scratching on the surface of things
Lost in space
I was able to call my Mom and tell her that I can be away from her
I have been crying
But there is still color in my eyes
I am capable of much more than survival
Find my rhythm in the madness
The gap between thoughts is fluffy
I almost love being alone more than being in love
But only almost
-B