iamtria

I’m weird.
And in every manner you can imagine.
Both in good and bad ways.
Restrict-
-Constrict.
But all the same.
Sneeze.
Exhausted.
Ask me how I am.




State of confusion

Standing, staring at a gate open wide

asking for my entrance,

asking for my presence onto the other side.

I know not what it has,

but I’m just so curious to know.

How does it feel

to not care

or

breathe the air of friendship?

How does it feel to look at the stranger,

and have them just be a stranger—

nothing more, nothing less.

I guess…

perhaps…

some things were meant to stay broken.

If the consensus

is as stated,

what are we all waiting for?

Notes