... and well, you start to question the relevance of your existence when you can invest the whole week hoping for a simple fucking text message (from anyone)to remind you that it's okay to be still sometimes.
and when it doesn't come (and it doesn't), you start to see the pimply bareass truth of things.
at first you said, "i'm growing into life"
then you thought, "na, i'm growing out of it"
and now you see it's growing out of you.
all the confidence you once had in your place in that reality erodes and you are left a ? in an imperative sentence.
i should have taken the change of pace when i had the chance. i should have lapped up liminality while it laid out, lascivious before me.
because now i see the people turning away as their path floods with better prospects
and there's nowhere left for me to stand
on the bridge we thought we built
to that there in the distance.
because for all the limelight i've stolen
i never had the presence
for you to look at me
and for all the metaphors i mix
you never understood that
i was anything