bin

trashed.

i miss you now.
even though we spoke barely a few hours ago.

I'm going through a rough patch
with monetary concerns and I'm struggling to juggle.
I'm no circus act,
but I gotta do something.

I miss you.

Out

There's always a rough patch
And it seems like another one of those
is showing is showing it's ugly face;
A familiarity I've grown accustomed to,
to the point of revolt and disgust.
ah fuck it all.
I'll get out of this.

Ready

it comes to a point where you don't know what the fuck
it is you are doin or do you?
It seems certain but shades of grey line the edges.