I can’t stop cleaning, I can’t stop thinking, I can’t stop doing, I can’t stop thinking I’m just running around like a rat in a maze, I can’t stop feeding my mind garbage, I can’t stop running, I can’t get away, I’m trying to be brave, I just put on the brave face, I keep trying to be patient, I can’t hide anything from myself, I’m drowning, and I’ve been drowning
How come you saw me and then left?
I can’t stop cleaning to keep my eyes focused away from the moon and away from dreaming. I just want to die, but I must continue to love and live. Is everyone going to see the clean house and be able to read my look, which is deeper than the laughs and smiles? I can’t believe I’m here, stuck like this forever. Yes, I damned myself. I deserve this pit. I deserve such a hell. I am always to be punished.
I’ll make that brave face repeatedly.
I write poetry and short stories. I hope you find your way into the voids between my words.
