hinder

comfort
please comfort
murder stress
hurdle this mess
its saturday 7am
plans pictured thin
my books
my words
my ideas
my knowledge
my inspiration
my soul
my self evolution
my self I have away from everyone
sways and lays upon a grave
not to die
just to grieve in amazement
im dying of unmotivation
i tried to find my passion
applied eyes and ears to words and mouths
and in times
site of passage
was covered by religious rites of fashion
i try to stick to hobbies
ive lived alone now for over a month
after years of sleeping on couches and floors,
cars,etc
bleeding through mouth, closing doors,
it hard,etc
anyway i guess im bored
im going to get high and play happy
listen to music
and when my only friend awakens
we shall drink to health