Sometimes it feels as if i am drowning standing in a quiet place.

That i like chaos, i like no organization.

This home i thought i knew, crumbling.

These walls i built, breaking.

But it is really just that, i have never had my feet on the ground.

Burning hopes to a charred, new version of reality.

i am a very open person, all my secrets laid just where they need to be.

To make my heart break open in surgery.

To make my lungs devour diseases like candy.

To make my feet fall limp on asphalt.

To make my eyes be blind.

To make my ears be deaf.

The foundation i crafted was not strong enough.

It’s cracked and broken and sucking up oxygen from the world above it.