It's all intertwined and bleeding into nothing
Mixing, blending to an abstract spacy-ness
Who am I to label the empty?

Fall, break, scatter

Redefine shattered peices as whole in hopes that no one will question
'Alive' is a very opinionated phrase

Rights, wrongs, facts, confidently stated lies
Who am I?

It's none of your concern
It's none of your concern
It's none of your concern

Blades of a moving fan
Static, fumbled thoughts, can't focus
Winding, blowing humid air in a single direction
It's better this way, cooler, chilled
It's not too warm

Handmade rug, squishy, wet
It's not going to dry properly-
It's not going to dry
Fuck, why should I care?
'Awake' is a very opinionated phrase

Scratchy throat, tired eyes, angry but what of it?
Who am I?

It's none of your concern
It's none of your concern
It's none of your concern

The floors tiles stick to bare feet
The sound of damp skin pulling off a hard surface as one shifts
Uncomfortable

Sheens of sweat and overly moistened air
Perspiration trickling
Move to...