its all blurred out

I cant speak

it was like a month ago

I think

I realized I was selfish

smug,drugged out

half alive

reaching for sleep

maybe someday

but for now there are comics to read

blunts to be steamed

strings to be plucked...wings to be swung

I think about it all to often

I just want the coffee to steep

time feels like a coffin

one with velvet lining...a mock up of speech

a question of writhing

how far do I let it go

is it pride or is it a downfall

either way...further I grow.