Esteemers

fun is fleeting, this is the come down.

biochemicalhorrormonalyselfdefeatingintellectualbreakshit warfare is
rustling the trees outside my window.

here they come, here they go.
who are you
today
to me.

marks on my calendar, voids beneath skin
beyond comprehension.
are we really ok without being in the know.

my smile is gone, mischievous was never enough.

i need to sit and meditate. reiterate some positive phrasing.
ill get done what i needed to today
and retreat upon the creeping in of tomorrow.