Where am I now?
The city makes me confused.
The country makes me sad.
I can’t seem to find a comfortable medium.
I don’t long for an unfindable soulmate anymore…
Because part of me is convinced they aren’t out there…
Time to work my time and life away…
In a drunken stupor, a mindless bliss…
I wish I knew what I was meant for.
I wish I knew what was right.
I wish I could find the bottom of the bottle… but it keeps
going and going.
I’m more switched off and disconnected than I’ve ever been
before.
But I feel I’m at my most content now…
Maybe I need to not care?
Maybe I need to not worry?
I wish I knew what I needed…
My stomach is weak now…
More than it’s ever been…
But another glass of bourbon will wash that away.
Or at least put me to sleep… for now
