i think i'm going, going, gone
 a/ insane
 b/ numb
 c/ apathic
 d/ alcoholic
 e/ all of the above

don't disturb me, 
i'm going through shit   

freedom
during lockdown
with 8pm curfew 

madness knows no borders 
nor rules 
it's roaming freely 
more contagious 
than the virus
we're hiding from


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edited: thank you to https://annehiga.com/ for pointing out my typo 🙂

wandering through the fog
looking for the edge
hoping to find inspiration
and not destruction 

covered in sweat
haunted by fear
paralysed 

it's just a dream
except my eyes are open
and the d3mons are here

sometimes it's healthier to burn the bridge
can't look back
won't look back

there is always a new path
even at the edge of the cliff
take a leap of faith
and start swimming

blue skies above us
threaded through with
orange and pink hues -
just kaleidoscope of smog 

grass is greener on the other side?
sure
before you trample it.

water is crystal clear on the icy north?
ice that is slowly drowning us

almost there
almost where?

where and what is there?

i'm struggling to find dreams
drowning in a fog 
my life, my mind, my soul

touch of ray at its edge
feel of sunshine, is it real?
i can't see it but it's
almost there