I want to hide in the dryer, and just tumble for a while.
I want to know where my bruises come from.
I want to see everyone, in a place with no mirrors,
where they just can't affect me.
I want to fuck up.
So bad I lose everything.
And I want to feel it, every ounce of disappointment
and survive
and maybe find freedom in the wreckage.
But have a reset button, after that gets old.
I want to escape the awareness of my own entity
And just observe, take in everything,
leaving no impression as i walk away.
Nothing to lose except time.
I want to eat eggs, and toast.
and smoke a cigarette
and just take some time to grow.