vice

not all opportunities are meant to be taken

i usually understand that

but sometimes i let myself relive the emotions

one moment turns into two

three

or four

i’ve lost track

a simple mistake

smaller than the palm of my hand

and it all comes crashing down

the power of reminisce

my body holds on to the need

i feel it in every nook and cranny

my breath suddenly isn’t enough to warm my mind

my rings are too tight

i am so cold

it’s as if my conscious is telling me that i must act on its terms

why do i feel detached from my voice of reason?

shivering

this is all too much

what’s your story?

never mind i’m too angry with myself to listen

why does it always come back to this push and pull?

i am the ocean

i am the sea

and i will always drown

-e.i.a

04/28/2023