state of belonging.

state of forgetting.
i don't feel so complete today.


looking back at the same old perspective, just a slight misfortune sets me so far back. i can feel on the tip of my fingers,
the tip of my mind, and tongue: every thought i shouldn't have, just comes rushing back from so long ago.
but it's feels so right, feels as if it really is how i belong. the state of perishing, of not wanting to stand. i can feel it,
so suddenly and so thick upon my every whim and bone.
you're the only thing that warms me, for my heart is so cold and frigid- you're the only thing that
completes me, for my soul is a mere fragment.