Each item a story, where excitement has withered away.
Lack of motivation exposed
within the mess
All thrown to the side,
Care-less
The crunch of tissues
The pile built, during a night alone.
Memories that lived saturated in the tears,
Now disgustingly desiccated in unholy texture.
Melted candle wax,
aesthetic of flow forgotten,
– static
Listening as I feel the tears flow down my neck.
Early twenties spent with lack of desire.
Masquerading laziness,
Every forced move creates exhaustion,
yet I cannot sleep?
Saying in every way I couldn’t care
When all I want to do is care and create
