Generally More Worried Than Married - In The Woods...

What is addiction with absence of drug

What is grey without the presence of white

Days remain hollow with absence of night

When I fell into my absence and knew

Not what to do

I made a can of coffee — smoked a

Cigarette or two This is like a

Hunger — This day is lake a feast

A last supper to materialize the

Wasted, slumbered beast in the closet

She lives in the attic

— A floor in between

My room and the comets —

Of chaos and dreams

I’m awaiting the crack of dawn — the smell

Of morning — where the sound of her

Footsteps can comfort and cure

It takes quite a while to get things

In perspective A bleak, coloured tile

Upon the wall — so pale and objective

But how would I gain from this knowledge

When I know not where to go