POETRY

IDENTITY: FADED

The alarm clock wakes me biping:

I am, I am, I am.

I hit the snooze button

The alarm clock wakes me biping:

I should be, I should be, I should be.

I hit the snooze button.

I wake up to a nightmare where two worlds make me anguish.

I find my way in the breast of who I am

I get lost in the breast of who I should be.

I check the time and the clock shows

IDENTITY: FADED

“The stars need to take note of such beauty.”

— Kimberly Marie, @by.kimberlymarie

“a sorry can do wonders, if said when meant, not just when wanted.”

— Yasha B, @yashababani

Dear ashtray,

were my sorrows and melancholies are wildly left,

I love you, I need you.

Dear ashtray,

where my lost breaths dwell perpetually,

I love you, I need you.

Sincerely,

the existentialist person that needs to quit smoking.