Recently, I have begun to get out of my comfort zone to learn. Too much time’s been wasted thinking I can’t. I must improve myself for myself, helped or not. I must hold it together, despite feeling disappointed in myself sometimes.
The alternative, well… Here’s a reflection of losing oneself.
The morrow calls for a sleep
But the night stretches on
For my mind is up
To no good.
Like the search for an answer
To a question that had left me;
I am not tired
But this relationship is.
I chose the night for its ease
But now I’m caught with its disease;
I fell for a flow
That could ebb for an eternity.
I had entered, at will,
Out of my way,
Glossing over signs with a touch of noir.
Until its darkness swallowed me,