Hysterias

 The mountains can withstand wars and catastrophes and still stand silently watching and protecting and thinking about us humans for ages

The moon can illuminate all my hysteria and apathy and empathy and sorrows
and i;m lost in the thought of my future

paralyzed by the incessant tides of my confusion and hate and

 loss of selfworth and loss of anything

i just want flowers

god, I just want to lay on our roofs with you or someone or maybe just the sky and smoke a cigarette and think about life and death and most importantly
           n  o    t
                       h   i  n
                                g 

just want to sit on the roof of our cars and play the guitar

whispering sweet nothings into the ceaseless wind

feeding the flowers with the ashes of my vices.


but

i'm to preoccupied with whats coming to move on with what i wan't to do in my mind  now.







i'm stuck
Tearing these veins from my skin I'm stuck
Stuck falling
crashing
drowning.
Hysterisizing. \\\\

stuck wanting flowers.