You’re a little more boisterous than you were as a youth.

Lil Lonely…

You were only a little lonely.

Crying at critique, now it feels like a sigh of relief being recognized.

Living subtlety, accepting death as your endgame…

I can’t retain your name, I’m a visual learner.

I’ve seen skies turn from one spectrum to the next.

I feel resistance pull my breath, I have lost my capacity for air.

I wonder if I stare into space long enough would anyone realize I’m not here.

I channel fear into rage.

Drink this here, you’ll feel better than great.

Leave the sphere, lack of air in space.

I wait until pressure makes me pop.

Lil’ Lonely…

You’ve only been a little lonely.