Miss me?

no flair for writing

fingers hovered over this keyboard for a good 45 seconds before I started typing.backspace.type.delete.type. 

ugh.

Searched for a fleet foxes playlist on Spotify n' got indie gospel songs 

Is this you, God? 

God.

Is who I am now, at this present moment, 

Who you had in mind when you were writing my story? 

I feel myself covered in wet clay

I claw at my face and my breasts 

Skin is exposed, yes

Only to have my potter put slabs on me to cover the parts I ached to reveal 

In the morning I wake to terrible sunrise 

Here we go again 

 

I don't want to be awake.

I find solace in my dreams -as wacky as they can be- 

In my dreams I am someone I can never be in reality 

I am someone better.