eunokid

[eunokid]

things are different now.

things are different now.

things are different now.

things are different now.

things are different now.

[eunokid]

I am angry and nothing stems from my leaf but a poison drip.

Fingers dig into soil and this Earth, this heaviness begins to die. 

I act and then plan my next move; I am a cycle the wrong way around. I am a shirt on backwards, I am an anachrony. I want for nothing but calm, easy days, but I forever find myself waiting to get the next punch in.

I am rage and nothing but flame.

[eunokid]

relapsing isnt backwards progress. its still regular old progress, because it's a challenge you are climbing over, facing, and learning to win against. its not a shameful event. its a triumph to be looked back on so that you can think "look where i am now."

[eunokid]

if only to remind

myself that loving

through what i have

was for a

reason

[eunokid]

i can't figure it out. i can't wrap my head around my head.

[eunokid]

all i do is try to forget and try to forget and try to forget and try to forget and try to forget and try to forget and

[eunokid]

You are so unclean,

So dirty and your skin is stained with lies, and glass, and fitness apps.

Is this the reason you bathe in your tears every night?

You still do not manage to scrub off the muck.

[eunokid]

There is so much about you that I will never say.

And because of this promise to your mystery, no one will ever know any of it.

I feel I am the last remnant of your humanity some days, and it kills me that there has to be a last.