So aware of being so far behind, of running on empty before the gate even opens. Telling myself that well rehearsed line, but the more its said, the more it sounds like a lie.

My problems seem so insignificant and yet they consume everything. I can reason myself in/out of anything but lately I just cant find the loop.

So aware of why I needed to drink and pill myself to sleep. Without them my dreams are haunted by the day when the only thing I've got left is my unconsiousness.

These lights dont shine as bright as I expected them too, but they are heavier than I imagined.

"Birds are men without sorrows and men are birds without wings"