It’s not a good sign,
When you wake up wanting to listen to Lorde sing-
‘I’m a liability’,
When you wake up not wanting to wake up.
I feel like I live in a halo,
And it’s blue,
It grows for days on end,
Invisible to you.
I walk around dripping,
I paint my path in that hue.
Everything is fine.
I live, I breathe, I stick my eyes to this screen.
Listening to the labourer fix the walls of my house,
My father trying to raise up a conversation,
An uneaten apple by my side
The the fan making a whirring noise,
The strangest of dreams have now been haunting me.
Is that how,
The halo grows?
I dream a little and it further flows?
And I have,
Seen my cat crying in pain,
Watched myself fall into the arms of a strange man,
Witnessed a beautiful sunrise in a different place,
All but in my dreams over the week.
The halo metamorphoses into a giant dripping machine,
And eating me whole.
On an uneventful night,
When sleep is far away,
And my head full of sights,
My heart full of sighs.