Been a rough few weeks

Lost a few links

Seen my Zelda leave to another kingdom

There’s so many chances at meaning

Even more so for grieving

I can just sit around quietly-believing

One day I’ll be anything

Displayed at an immaculate frame rate

Teething-just gnawing my way to the ceiling

I think I’m dreaming

Like if I wake up soon life won’t be so fleeting

But it’s so freeing seeing the lesions on my skin

Like I was meant to die in decadence

Meant to live without intent

Just another poet on the Internet

In it for the scripts

Intimate courtships

And my mistress-the moon…it seems pain is my muse