deathpressed

[Leilani E.]

i'm tangled up in digital white noiseloud and sparatic boys toysa light year away from where I want to beand a minute away from the life that was givin to me.burdened by the scope of death waiting in the balance of my breathalthough Callused and fully naive, maybealthought awake, with rolled up slevesI can wait here in the love of the sun and live every 8 minutes of it's lightbut good lord , please teach me that our purpose here is not to greivenot to dread of or waste any time in the middle of the life of my fight.