(I)
Weariness my constant guest
Uninvited but settling in my chest
Slowing and thinning me; weak
I wish, somehow this lifeless ghost,
a shadow lingering in my body would drift away from my skin and let me rest.

(II)
Gray mornings
Weariness becomes my companion
Diluted white coffee
Wish you were here with me

TikTok Therapists
Played out a parody in my head
They made me swiped for gags of my sorrow
Millennials would say Tumblr was their therapists,
that’s what he told me
#relate
You will overcome the death of your feelings
Hold on to the future where it only gets better

In the ward
They said I wanted to run away
I told him I was attached
Blurry chaos, scribbling my unorganised thoughts
I was attached to the sound happening inside my head
No one let me go

You live in my mind rent free
You’re wasting my time
Making a mental note to myself,
“Satan comes to ****, steal and destroy”
You come and go

A child in an adult body, senseless, hopeless, fixed mindset. Destine for self-sabotaged, defined by mediocrity. Stuck in a loop, bound to the past. Chained to their own haunted thoughts, weighing them down in the trapped of replayed memories. Unable to break free; no vision of the future.

When they don’t want to love themselves.
When they are in the mood, they think they love.
When they can’t see love.
It’s hard to love when there is nothing lovely.
You love the parts they can’t see for themselves.
You love because you had your share of love.
Not to fix them.
But to be there for them,
Just to show love.

The ocean waves, a cloudy breeze, feeling blue.
I’ll picture us, beach towel on soft sand, just us two. Paint my mind with colours, don’t let it fade.
It can make my day, we might never be together.
I’ll imagine your love in the air, captured in this moment. Somewhere in the grand design— maybe, just maybe the universe and cosmo are pulling us closer.