and yet I feel the need to type
What goes on
within a mind that's so distracted?
Where did I
lay down my peaceful attitude?
It was here
just days ago and disappeared again.
Chemtrails against the sky
are you the reason I've faltered at living?
Taking no pleasure
in anything outside and yet I go there.
Words just words,
but they're all I have for expression.
White sky emptiness
you will not win; even as I write, I've won.