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it's embarrassing
always existing in public spaces
but my private life always seems to be
slipping through the cracks
i never know what to hold on to
I'm always juggling too much
fighting gravity
weighing the world in fleeting grasps
touching everything & seeing nothing
atlas without a map
lurching beneath a spinning wheel
I'm always looking for statis around me
a rest point; a surface to unpack
but an object in motion stays in motion
vertigo wins
how do you find the line of gravity
in a ramshackle soul, hastily hobbled together
from the odds and ends of Great Social Experiments?
god slapped me together from an IKEA manual after a 148 hour work week, said "that'll do" and called it a night
 taxidermy jesus · Sat Aug 09, 2025 @ 11:24am · 0 Comments |
