another spilling

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Running from him.

I’ve been running forever.

I don’t want to sit alone in my thoughts

for another worthless twenty-four hours

but everything else reveals

a part of me that should be buried.

Living vicariously through my future self

is the only way I won’t feel the sting of

a present that doesn't get better.

Every day I sink the weight of existing

in these recycled melodies

and loud, colourful memories,

waiting for some drastic change

to find its way to me.

They might be the only salvation

my soul will ever know.

Tired of running in crooked circles,

so I’ll sit and watch it burn.

Are you coming?