no matter how much black coffee
or ice cubed vodka tasting like cherry
or music so loud it blocks out my thoughts
i cant seem to feel fully free
try to get lost in the flashes of my television screen
but no matter how many mediocre poems i write
or mind-blowing books i read
i still feel like my cup is half empty
i'm wandering somewhere in between
being lost and found
being someone else and being myself
no matter the situation
i can feel the starvation
somethings always missing
God damn girl. This is a philosofical crisis.
SvarSlett