spiraling

Okay sweet readers, I'm going to publish on Tuesdays. I write when I invent external pressure and I'm gonna roll with it.

waking up, lying in bed

wincing, spiraling

envisioning goals gone

no opportunity to test my mind, this body

no crisp steamboat miles

i hate wasted potential, that shit crushes your spirit**

then envisioning the day to day

the banality of stasis, of spiraling

pathetic, really

this obsession

the run

oscillations of euphoria, fear

fear of losing it

again

are the highs worth it?

for now

yes

** Tyler, The Creator GONE, GONE/ THANK YOU